There were five in the bed and the biggest one said: “This is only a fucking Queen sized bed and I can’t take it anymore.”
There were five in the bed and the second-biggest said: “This is ridiculous. I should be able to sleep in my own bed without getting kicked in the head. FFS.”
There were five in the bed and the third biggest said: “I’m a cat. I’m going to crawl under the covers and roll around everywhere, scratch your legs and lick you on the face.”
There were five in the bed and the fourth biggest said: “I’ve got snot.”
There were five in the bed and the littlest said: “Waaaaaaaaahhhhh.”
Last night there were five in our bed. I slept on the edge while Miss 4 claimed my pillow. She also sneezed repeatedly into the back of my head. All the while, Twiggy slept upside down so his feet were far too close to my face. The 5yo took slept on Twiggy’s pillow and the toddler crammed herself somewhere in between all of us. I am unsure exactly where she was, I could just hear her screaming and lashing out at people.
Five people in a double is not a suitable sleeping arrangement. We need a king.
I look at this and feel jealous.
Will we ever get to sleep in our bed by ourselves again?