Tonight, out of the blue, kid kid announced that she was going to sleep in her “up high bed” (it’s what we call her loft bed that we built above our bed). For the longest time it has been a place where she goes to play, or to craft, or to read when she wants some time to herself. We built it when she turned three so that it would be there for her whenever she was ready. Well… at four and a half I guess she’s ready. I have to admit, our queen size family bed seems awfully big and a little lonely just now, with only me in it.
The girlie is up in her bed. The husband is upstairs on his computer. And I’m laying, alone, in our family bed. Yep. A queen sized bed feels unnecessarily big and lonely just now. If this becomes a habit, I may have to invite a dog or two back into my bed. The last one to sleep with us was Nico, and he crossed the Rainbow Bridge back when Lily-Ann was still a wee babe.
I knew she was starting to grow up when we left the terrible three’s behind (seriously, who the hell coined the term “terrible twos”??? The two’s are EASY compared to the threes… that’s when the REAL terrible stuff shows up) and we had a generous, kind-hearted, helpful kid (okay, a GENERALLY generous, kind-hearted, helpful kid) show up. But I don’t know that I’m really ready for her to be quite this grown up. I kinda miss my baby.
Might have to start auditioning the dogs for the role of bed-sleeper.
Here are a few posts I’ve made previously about our sleeping arrangements and the loft bed: