My dreamy mother's day

The co-sleeping thing with your kids is something I’ve never understood. Last night I was unceremoniously woken from a deep slumber by little toddler boy. Little spud cried and cried, only quiet once in our bed. His sister, who cannot bear to be left out of anything, quickly joined us. That was the end of my sleep for the night, in between boy twin kicking me in the stomach and elbowing me in the eye and lil Sweetpea sucking her thumb with gusto. I knew bringing Spud into bed was a bad idea – you can often hear the kid doing a complete flip in his own bed. It’s like trying to sleep with a fidgeting bag of Mexican jumping beans. For Mother’s Day bring on a long and undisturbed sleep. And some flowers. And a nice dinner.