I’ve been moving Michael from the master bed he has deemed for himself in the middle of the night and depositing him in the smaller middle room that his parents have deemed for Michael.

It all plays out like a badly written French farce.  Lots of doors opening and closing, exit left, enter right.  Folks bumping in the night.

And I then wake up exhausted, but where???

It takes me a couple of minutes to get my bearings and then see who, if anyone, is sleeping with me.  Quite frankly, the whole thing is a bit unnerving.  I can’t even begin to allow myself a sexual thought because I will likely be freaked out once I discover who I’m sharing my bed with.

Ah, for the day, the boys actually put themselves to sleep in their own room.  Then I will know what heaven must be like.