Tuesday, September 23, 2008
...the queen-sized bed.
Yeah, we started locking her in her room - the South Shore Vampire, but sometimes getting up EVERY 20 minutes, all night long, wears us out even the sternest martinets. Last night I brought her into our bed after her fifth screaming episode around midnight. She's actually a little bit sick right now.
She's tiny, but she flops around all-night, kicking you in the head; she lies on top of the blankets, pinning you down with insufficient bedding. Last night I must have woken up ten times. I froze my nads off to boot.
Young couples listen up. Have some foresight, get the largest bed you can find - a California King (longer) or an Eastern King (wider)!