This is my bedroom and this is how it looks right before we go to bed.
This playpen is where the babies (are supposed to) sleep. They end up in our bed most nights, mostly because it's easier that way. I'm probably forming bad habits that will haunt me well past toddlerhood and into early adolescence, but I'm willing to take that risk. Surely they won't leave for college having never slept in their own bed :)
Now I am not sure exactly what goes on in the night as I am quite incoherent most of the time, but most mornings, I wake up to a completely different sight. In the interest of full disclosure, I share the following pictures...
Pillows. blankets, cords, wires, bottles, clothes, diapers, and trash everywhere. How does this even happen?
Diapers piled up because the diaper genie was full and let's be honest, who wants to fool with that thing in the wee hours of the morning?
A pile of dirty clothes and blankets that have been soaked with pee or spit up.
Bottles, dishes, and trash...I don't remember drinking that coke - I must have been really desperate.I guess it's better that I don't remember. They say that if parents were actually aware and remembered the hard work and lack of sleep that babies cause, no one would have more than one - or two in my case. It's just nature's way of keeping the population up, I guess.
And whatever it is that happens at night...I'm sure these sweet babies are worth it.