Round about this time of year, and because we don’t have dogs, my husband and I start to look at our youngest a little more fondly, especially as night falls and the temperatures dip below freezing.
We have to be careful about the cost benefit of this attraction, given that our bed is a little tight for three, particularly with one who moves about so freely in his dreams.
Last night, our desire for extra heat trumped our concern for a good night’s sleep, and so we invited him between us, and it was mighty warm–much better than the hot water bottle that I’d been taking to bed with me of late.
By day break, I was sore and fatigued from sharing such little space, but the morning chill never reached me beside such lovely heat.
Kelly Salasin, late December, 2010