Sometimes it’s before Nick leaves (and nick is not happy). Sometimes it’s after.
Sometimes he talks in his sleep and wakes me up. Sometimes he brings a stuffed animal with him. 
Sometimes he shares my pillow and kicks me. Sometimes he cuddles but doesn’t force me out of bed. 
We have reached an understanding. But, I’d still like not to be woken up a couple times a night by the boys in the family. 
 
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