I played a rousing game of musical beds last night...this is always conducive to an excellent night's sleep. I am considering inventing the "Emperor" size bed, because a "King" is simply not large enough for a family of five.
Of course, the children have their own cozy, well appointed beds in their own cozy, well appointed rooms. But, of course, my bed is more comfortable/warmer/colder/harder/softer than their own. There are no coyotes/ghosts/monsters/goats or other assorted barnyard animals in my room. Apparently all of these things reside in my children's rooms. Should I call an exterminator? The ghost busters? Monster Buster Club? A farmer? I'm not sure.The baby co-sleeps with my husband and I, but since he's not really a "baby" anymore (I figure he looses that title as soon as he's able to say it) it may be time to move him into his own bed. Although, I'm not sure why, since he will no doubt end up right back in our bed with the rest of the family.
After Delaney's screams woke me, I went and lay with her in her bed for awhile. The screams woke Nick as well, so he joined us in Delaney's bed. After I thought they were asleep, I crept back into my bed. Only to be joined by Nick shortly thereafter. Then Delaney started screaming again. See a pattern here?
I'm considering just giving them my bed and then I'll take over one of their rooms.