Musical Beds
Last night was a typical night in the LTP house: 7:30pm: The Nugget goes to bed first. The Mister lays with her a few minutes until she nods off. 9:20pm: I go to bed a couple of hours later (on this night narrowly escaping the fate of falling asleep on the couch). The small dog, Frolic, comes to bed with me, but is restless and heads back downstairs. The cats are very excited and lots of meowing and purring and petting ensue before we can settle down to sleep. 11:20pm: The Nugget exits her room with a slam of the door and climbs into bed with mom. 11:40pm: The Mister comes to bed. Frolic stands around on the floor whining until a veritable written invitation is given for her to join us on the bed because she is insane and neurotic and impossible. The giant dog, Dandy, flops down on the floor with a thud. 12:20am: Dandy is panting loudly and pacing the room as a small storm is passing through because he is insane and neurotic and impossible. I get up and head downstairs