LOOOVE my bed

I'm 'puting in my bed. Steve's cleaning stuff downstairs, though I don't hear a lot of movement - maybe he got sidetracked to his computer? Once the kids go to bed, I turn in too - with my computer or a book, the tv on in the background, my sweet Rook lying close and usually a cat (tonight it's Abby). I could live here - if only someone would deliver icecream?

I was reviewing old blog posts and read one where I was stressed b/c AnnaWen wasn't settling into her bed and needed to sleep with us one night. In hindsight how silly I'd worry about that? But I suspect it was the threat to this peaceful quiet time that I was reacting to. Lately Wen has ended up in our bed more often than not - but now she comes down in the middle of the night and I hardly notice, only wake up with a warm, sweet angel in my arms. It's the best of both worlds!

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