Baby Monkey wound up in our bed around 3 a.m. this morning.
He had been having a sleepover with his brother and sister in Monkey Girl’s room, but seemed to be having a bad dream.
So, I went and got him and brought him downstairs so he wouldn’t wake them up.
He never really completely woke up, but instead snuggled up in between Real Man and I.
Yes, when the monkeys show up in our bed, it means that my REM sleep is done for the night.
The best I can hope for is fitful dozing.
However, there are two reasons why I don’t really mind.
1. Someday, sooner than I like to imagine, I’m sure, they won’t be interested in snuggling.
2. If they are sleeping in my bed, I get to watch them wake up.
Have you ever watched a child wake up in the morning?
The sleepy face.
The stretches accompanied by the adorable stretching noises.
The slow smile.
The first “I love you, Mama” of the day.
It truly is my favorite time of the day.
So, I’ll take the lack of sleep every day of the week and twice on Sunday if it means I can be there for the waking up of any of monkeys.
