Friday nights are declared "Family Fun Nights" in our house. This means the family does something together like play a game, a craft, or watch a movie. Then the children all sleep out in the family room in sleeping bags for a "Family Sleepover".
Being that our 5 yo will be turning 6 this week we let her plan our night last night. She picked "The Sound of Music" as the movie to watch and requested that I sleep with her... in her sleeping bag.. on the hard floor :o).
The movie was wonderful (It is truly the BEST movie of all time). One by one the little sweeties nodded off. I grabbed my pillow and tried to make myself cozy on the sleeping bag.
Am I the only one who thinks in their mind that they are eternally 18? I am always surprised when things like this reveal to me that I am so NOT. Sleeping on the floor used to be fun, but well... now it just hurts! Oh, that makes me feel old. Like when I look at the new fangled roller coasters that I used to think would be fun but now I just think "Ouch! That looks painful!". However, I digress!
Sometime in the night one of the 3 yos joins me in my sleeping bag and tosses and turns. He is not apprecating the lack of coziness (Did I mention the floor is hard?) so he decides to use me as a mattress.
Then all of a sudden I feel something on me and chewing on my face and I let out a scream... My 11 yo jumps off the couch (he has been sleeping on) and wrestles the beast off of me..
O.K., so it wasn't a beast it was our puppy and he wasn't chewing on my face but he was licking it.
Ferocious Beast Devouring 11 yo ds
You see I was dreaming of wild animals in Africa. A gentleman on the AAI list posted a story that tickled me to no end about a visit they had at a Wild Game Park while in Ethiopia. They were eating their breakfast and his wife left to use the restroom and a baboon came in and took her place at the table and started eating her food. They beat the baboon off with the Lonely Planet Gude to Ethiopia and Eritrea (which I am currently reading). Is this not the funniest thing?
O.K.,I may be out of my mind but what I do know is that my little screaming incident was the talk of the breakfast table. My dear sweet children thought it was hysterical.......Not quite the memory I was going for!