Sharing is Caring

I am not very good at the whole "sharing a bed" thing. When I am asleep, I am as still as a still thing, but getting to sleep I flip and flop all over the place. I can't stand sleeping under sheets, I use layers of blankets and comforters. I don't like feeling constrained and having restricted movement, so I don't work well with tucked in sheets and blankets, much less zipped up sleeping bags (mummy style? no thank you!). The bigger the bed, the better. Last summer (08) I had a queen sized bed and literally would sleep diagonally across it. So when I have to share a bed, I fail, miserably. I get way too warm, I move around too much, I am concerned about spacing, etcetera. For me to fall asleep and sleep well with another person in bed (generally we are talking about someone outside of my family, mind you) is pretty much a miracle. Sleepovers in college were...interesting adventures. I like my space, I like to sleep, get out of my way.

Last night I slept with the dogs in my room because M&D weren't home, and the doggies don't like to sleep in their room without them. Normally I would relocate to their king sized bed, but I didn't think it was worth it since daddy is coming home today. Uh, big mistake. Camper decided that he couldn't handle sleeping on my floor (not that I blame him, its wood with pretty crummy throw rugs) and needed to be up on the bed with me. This picture represents how I would have loved for him to sleep and STAY for the night. Not so much. Camper, it turns out, likes to take over beds as much as I do. I don't know how many times I woke up last night to try and push him over, but I was not successful. Add to that Camper's random fear of feet touching him, and you have a pretty crummy night of sleeping. Small bed+big dog=sad Caroline.