Recapturing My Territory

To those of you who are our age and empty-nesters this will be funny, but if you still have young children under the roof there are times you do not care if they cry or how loud or how long.  I had one of those times last night.

I got home from work and after some relaxation I went upstairs to lay down and go to bed when I find it full already.  Marye has her laptop in with her and she is surrounded by Kyrie, Nick and Sean in the bed.  I retreated back to the office and turned on the computer and proceeded to doze off in my wheelchair with my Skiing Magazine throw covering me.

At some point after I started snoozing, Nick came downstairs and told me he was going to bed in his bed and my spot was there for me.  I reluctantly got up from my comfortable snoozing place and trod upstairs to finish my sleep.   Our youngest Kyrie was still in the bed,wide awake I might add, and Marye was still on the computer.  I rolled into bed and got into my 14 inch wide strip of the mattress.  I didn’t even have pillows.  So I grabbed the nearly 40 year old turtle shaped pillow my grandmother made for me as a kid and laid it under my head.

I don’t know how many times I woke up during the night with feet, knees, fists or other tiny body parts trying to painfully force me out of my own bed.  I wanted to scream “I want my bed back now!!!”  I know I could have gotten up and carried my little princess to her bed.  But I wasn’t getting out of my bed at this point and risk her waking up and taking up more of the bed.  So after the alarm went off the first time this morning I found aches & pains I didn’t invite into my bed last night.  But these weren’t my cute, little kid pains. These were physical pains from my trying to hold myself from falling out of bed all night pains.

I should have done something but I didn’t.

Tonight it’s just you & me, kid.

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