I’ve been sleeping on the couch for almost a week. Not only that, another man has taken my spot in the bed.
I’m not in the proverbial doghouse; I haven’t done anything to make T upset with me, although one of our doormen seems to think I have.1 There’s also nothing wrong with my bed; I’m not on the couch because the mattress has a spring sticking out or anything. The couch is just where I’ve been sleeping recently. It’s actually really comfortable, but, of course, I’d rather be in my bed.
As with so many parenting situations, I have to sleep on the couch because of my children. Continue reading “Sleep Like a Baby? Yeah, Right.”
