Sleep is rare in this house. Our older two share a room and the twins sleep in our room in a double bassinet pack and play. The evening routine is chaos. My son running down the hall with my daughters blue sparkle toothpaste shrieking and laughing. Our daughter chasing him, the dogs chasing her and we yell directions from their closet or the nursery.
Once teeth are brushed, which involves holding my son down to keep him from running away to get his sister back, then we let them pick a book. More times than we like that process is frustrating enough and we sentence them to their room. In their beds. Fast foward two hours. In my bed we have two dogs, one toddler, me and a restless husband. He has limited room since we own a sleep number bed and he prefers the softest setting, as I prefer the firmest. There is an actual incline to get to my side. So the toddler rolls down the hill into my husbands face feet first. Funny to me, upsetting to my husband.
The same thing happens with the dogs. I finally fall asleep as one of the twins wakes and then once she is asleep the other will wake. After the diaper changes, dog issues, and toddler kicks to the face my husband abandons all hope of sleep and heads downstairs to do research for work. I fall asleep to be woken within two hours with the twins again. I will look for my husband at this point in the night arount 3am, make sure he has a blanket and then head for my last sleep cycle.
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