Focus people. I'm talking about having a "family bed".
And since blogs are the confessional of the 21st century, let me just state, that my bed has been turned, right under my nose, into a family bed. Yep. Me, Schnerberwitz, and Snuggliebaby. All together from midnight to 6 am. I know, I know, this is a controversial issue. But the election is over, and it's time to bring up some pros and cons. Don't you miss them? Do you think Fox News will pick up this story? I have some things to say about Family Beds. They're weirds. As in plural weird. I've been looking up the subject and geeze lousie, I have some questions. Burning questions.
Like here's one. If you have a family bed, does it stop with just sleep? Or after you all sleep in the same bed, do you have to start eating in there too? Does it become the family slash bed slash table?
Because if you start up with the eating, then you're not only going to be dealing with the foot in the face issue, but you're also going to have to deal with the foot in the face with the toast crumbs issue as well.
And is there a rule that every single person has to be on board with the idea or it is a no go? Because I think that if I were forced by a young mother and her infant to be in a family bed, then that would be my rule. Because do you really want family members saying to themselves: "Am I a family outcast if I want my own room?" Besides, I don't think this chick looks too wild about being the baloney in her family bed sandwich.
And what about this: who do you allow in there? Where do you draw the line? I mean, families are big sometimes. And there's weirdos sometimes. Like, what if your dad is this guy? Does that mean you're sleeping with him?
Or what if there is a family pet? And it smells? Or what if he has his own bed? Does that mean you have to drag his bed up on to your bed so he will be happy and so it will truly be considered a family bed?
Or worse, what if THIS is his bed? Are you obligated to drag this monster up into your bed? I guess it could be done. You maybe could position that metal thing right over your head if you need to economize space. Then the doggie could still sleep with his bottom positioned in the fuzzy green thing right above your smeller.
And where does it stop?
Is Grandma invited in to the family bed when she becomes to infirm to care for herself? Because you know what that means. Say hello to installing side rails and having a bedpan handy. And you know she's going to bring along her C-PAP and there might be oxygen tanks just for kicks and giggles. KaBoom KaBlamm.
And what about the bed bug issue?
I found that the family bed has become a cottage industry. For example, there are Bed and Breakfasts that cater just to families who prefer a family bed:
WooHoo... There's a vacancy.... Get going.....
And don't you just love it when you find a good children's book that will help you solve a problem that one of your children is having? Who knew there was sensitivity to this issue?
And there's junk you can buy to further junk up your bed with. Junk to keep your baby safe and secure. But one has to wonder... where is Daddy sleeping now?
And just to take the stress out of it, there are "Stay Dri" items you can buy to stick between you and your 800 thread count sheets. 'Cause you never know.
And not to worry. There are books designed to undo what you have done. You can find it all on Amazon.com. Amazing website. Love it.
Don't stress. If your child experiences trauma from you kicking him out of the family bed, it is perfectly OK for him to request that you make him a family bed birthday cake to help him cope.
And after reading the how to get the kids out of the bed book, and you just can't seem to make it happen, then just embrace your inner chi. Get yourself one of these floating family beds. "Keep your family bed pure" was the slogan on the ad for this baby. A good idea for the whole earth, I always say.
I don't know. After mulling this over, I did find one good idea. Get yourself one of these bad boys, and if everyone is bugging you, why just close that puppy up. Problem solved. And hey sports fans....it's a space saver too.
PS If you wanted an update on the little man, he lost his umbilical cord yesterday. Oh you know he enjoyed that warm water bath.
9 comments:
I am a gal who personally likes her space. I don't like little feet kicking me in the face or preventing me from turning over. I don't like being afraid that I am going to crush a little body without my knowledge. I enjoy a nice deep sleep which is impossible if there are little people joining you in your slumber. I know some people really love this stuff, but my bed is my bed. Kids, I'll catch you in the morning. Good luck Mommacita. Oh, and feel free to post more pictures of the little man so that we can continue to Oooh and Aaaah over him.
here here bethie, here here
i'm with beth on this one, even though i have no kids to speak of. it's enough trying to share it with someone who has a long torso and long legs!! but really, mary, you've outdone your humor this time--this post was hilarious!! it's fun to hear your leigh & baby updates...
I am a member of the friendly opposition. I loved having my kids in my bed. Just role over and voila - booby on tap. More sleep, less movement. Also, I love the warm little fatties snuggling up to me in the night. Little girls sleep with dolls for a reason I say. However, I don't judge the separatists. I firmly believe that everyone should sleep where the mom sleeps best.
What a timely comment! Last night our youngest (10 mos) slept with us because her brother (almost 7 yrs) was having growing pains and kept waking up screaming and that would make the baby scream.
We did the family bed thing when she was little, and now that she's actually been in the crib for about 4 months, it's hard to have her back in bed with us. Plus, she's crawling and loves to go to the edge of the bed. Scary!
So, yes, I understand the allure - it's SO much easier to pop some milk device into their little mouths and go back to sleep,(ah, sleep, lovely sleep...) but I'm ready now to cuddle with my honey and not worry about the baby being the white squishy center in our oreo cookie.
I'm with Beth. No children allowed. I have an audience when I use the toilet, when I shower, when I eat, when I drive, when I speak, when I cook, when I clean, when i draw, when I sew, when I blog, when I breathe, just give me this rectangle of freedom please, you little ankle biters. And let's hope that someday in the near future it can be a king rectangle of freedom rather than a queen rectangle of freedom because I want all the freedom I can get.
You'll be missing your bed partners when their gone, Mamacita so soak it up now. I happen to know first hand that that Leigh likes to spoon.
P.S. - pictures of the 5 rolls, please. Leigh, you are so not doing enough blogging of this kid. I have to beg your Mom to instead. You're his mother. Get on it, lady. Actually, I don't care who does it. Just give me more!
Ok, so I'm a blog stalker. And to be honest, I stalk your blog quite often, Mommacita. It's just that you are too dang funny to pass up. I know I don't know you, but you are one of my favorite cyber peoples to check on. And yes, that is plural. Anyway, I just had to tell you that I feel like I'm watching an episode of Seinfield every time I stalk your blog! Bravo!
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