Ooooooh, my aching back.

How much longer will I be sharing my bed with these baby bedhogs?

This morning, at 4am, Noah rolled over and pushed me to the very edge of my bed. As he did, he sang;

“There were five (there were three) in the bed and the little one said roll over (roll over)”!

I sang; “So they all rolled over and the little one fell out”. (Hint hint, you spring loaded child).

To which he laughed and said;

“No – ho – ho, Mummy,  that doesn’t  happen”.

Silly me, of course, that’s not what happens.

In reality the Mummy gets pushed to the edge and ejected in the small hours of the morning or squashed into the middle of the bed all night long, frozen in one position, only to wake up at 4am stiff and cold.

My mantra for today?

Toddler bedhogs grow up to be teenagers one day and sharing a bed will be deemed uncool.

*sigh*

I mean

*zzzzzzzzzz*