Coming soon! Williamsland 24-hour Fun Park

October 20, 2008

Often I wonder why we have bedrooms.  Like last night.  Julie and I went to sleep about 11:00.  We had been in our room for a while and when we went to turn off the light, there was Soren, laying on the floor right outside our room.  Then, about 2:00 am I wake up because I’m almost falling off our bed.  This is a king-sized bed mind you, and I’m sleeping on about 6 inches.  Turns out that Logan and Eden had come in at some point and wedged themselves down between Julie and I.  I think there might have been a small warehouse in there and some garden tools and a set of encyclopedias too.  I’m not sure, I just know there was NO ROOM.  Of course they didn’t bother to wake us up and let us know they planned to move in.  So I knew nothing until I was virtually falling off the bed.  This happens often and each time I go through the same mental discussion:

“Should I put them back into their beds?  I could do that, but then they’d probably be right back here in an hour and I would be falling off the bed again.  Plus I’d probably expend so much energy carrying them back to their rooms that my body might decide to just slip into morning mode, and I’d never fall back asleep anyway.”

One of the most important lessons you learn as a parent is to pick your battles.  So last night I decided it wasn’t worth the effort and went downstairs to the guest room to sleep.  But it made me think.  What’s the point of having bedrooms, let alone beds?  If they’re not in our bed, half the time in the mornings we’ll find one or more of the kids out in the family room on the LoveSac, fast asleep.  Or on the floor.  Even on the stairs.  A couple of times, I’ve found Soren outside the bathroom door in the morning, like he’d had enough energy to make it to the toilet when awakened in the middle of the night, but getting back to his room after he relieved himself was just too darn hard.

I think we could have saved ourselves a ton of money if, when we built our house, we had just built Julie’s and my room, just like it is, but the rest of the upstairs we’d left a huge room with LoveSacs lining the floor.  The kids would still come into our room though.  Plus we’ve got two more who are stuck in their cribs still, unable to get out.  Once they’re in a bed and able to get out on their own – look out.  So better yet, maybe an amusement park.  We could have a little roller coaster and jungle gym up there.  The kids would be happy as could be.  The amusement park would be a lot more expensive and the calliope music and constant cotton candy smell would get kind of annoying – but I’ll bet the kids would play themselves into sheer exhaustion every night, so they’d just crash right there under the tilt-a-whirl unable to move until morning.  Hmm, I wonder if KSL Classifieds has any Merry-Go-Rounds for sale…

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