Tonawanda News — Laying with your head at the opposite end of the bed at 4 a.m. — one child’s feet in your face, the other child laying in between your legs while doing power sit-ups — you tend to have a lot of time to think.
Staring up into the darkness — because not even the sun would think to be awake this early — you enter a zen-like state. This sleep-deprived cross between absolute understanding and insanity offers a fuzzy escape from the reality that, for the 13th time in the past two weeks, at least one of the kids has declined the option to sleep until a normal hour.
Oh ... man.
I’m not sure why Penny and Rigby enjoy sleeping in our bed many nights. I certainly recall preferring the solitude and space of my own bed at their age to climbing in with my parents. But they certainly do make many nights ... interesting.
7 p.m. — Bedtime. Penny gets snugly tucked into her princess bed. Rigby sets his bedding up on the floor next to his fire truck bed.
7:20 p.m. — Rigby’s tossed and turned more times than the chefs on a crepe-themed episode of “Hell’s Kitchen.” He attempts to climb me while I’m sitting on the chair next to his bed.
7:27 p.m. — I’m denying him, but he has the spirit of a Mount Everest conqueror as he keeps trying to climb.
7:30 p.m. — He asks to go in my bed, saying it’s “super comfy.”
7:34 p.m. — Penny wakes up, asks us to “be quiet so I don’t fall asleep at school tomorrow.” I make a mental note to inquire whether she fell asleep at school yesterday.
7:35 p.m. — I don’t want her to wake up, so I lay down next to Rigby on the floor in his room. He has to be trained out of relying on my bed, after all.