Real Men Leave the Seat Up
Spike's four grown brothers were in town this weekend. They were incredibly courteous guests and came equipped with their own air bed, pillows, blankets and trashbags full of twinkies, cookies, beef jerky and other digestible necessities to lessen the logistical complications of their visit. However, they still needed to be bedded.
We lined three air mattresses up side by side across the front room of my apartment and sealed them in for the weekend. Since my five month old baby usually sleeps out in the front room, we had to find alternate accommodations for her. Floor space is at a premium at our place so I was left scratching my head. She couldn't sleep in the bedrooms because she'd keep us up all night. What to do, what to do. Spike finally had this ingenious solution:
Yes, she slept on the floor of Spike's shower. And she loved it. Cher slept through the night for the first time in her life two nights in a row. This, of course, means that I slept through the night for the first time in five months.
The brothers all left this morning. As the last bag vanished out the door, I turned to repair the apartment. There was a pair of forgotten underwear hanging limply over the back a kitchen chair. Both toilet seats were resolutely up and Hostess wrappers littered the front room. With the girls outnumbering the boys in my family three to one, it was humbling to have this unexpected surge of testosterone push us girls from our high horses.
An hour later everything was back in its place and our home aired out. But I couldn't deny the magical gift of their visit. The discovery of the shower crib. Yes, she is sleeping there peacefully as I type and I have no intention of breaking our sleeping streak. A word to any of you brothers, come back any time! Your visit was well worth it. Update: It's 4:30 a.m. Monday morning and she has been up tonight so far. The acoustics of her yells from the bathroom are deafening. Her wonderful uncles are gone and her wrath is mighty. The bliss of the shower crib is over. I'm devastated.
Now which of you brothers do I have to mail these dirty underwear to?
We lined three air mattresses up side by side across the front room of my apartment and sealed them in for the weekend. Since my five month old baby usually sleeps out in the front room, we had to find alternate accommodations for her. Floor space is at a premium at our place so I was left scratching my head. She couldn't sleep in the bedrooms because she'd keep us up all night. What to do, what to do. Spike finally had this ingenious solution:
Yes, she slept on the floor of Spike's shower. And she loved it. Cher slept through the night for the first time in her life two nights in a row. This, of course, means that I slept through the night for the first time in five months.
The brothers all left this morning. As the last bag vanished out the door, I turned to repair the apartment. There was a pair of forgotten underwear hanging limply over the back a kitchen chair. Both toilet seats were resolutely up and Hostess wrappers littered the front room. With the girls outnumbering the boys in my family three to one, it was humbling to have this unexpected surge of testosterone push us girls from our high horses.
Now which of you brothers do I have to mail these dirty underwear to?
Yes, Mom, that is our tablecloth that Cher is swaddled in.
What can I say? The girl is enormous!
What can I say? The girl is enormous!
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I was sitting at my desk when I read this earlier today and I laughed out loud when I saw her in the shower.