Last night was an interesting night.  After a long day of slow drinking I was so tired I'm sure I would have fallen right asleep if it wasn't for the incident.  I was in that state of almost fast asleep but still can get woken up at the slightest noise yet not being awake enough to avoid that groggy feeling.  It was peaceful.  Then Kim's 8 year old son randomly came into the room and started sleeping on the bed.  He had already been in his own bed for a few hours at that point so I don't know if he was just being overly clingy with his mom or if he was actually sleep walking.  Either way didn't matter because she let him stay.

Sometimes when he has nightmares we let him sleep on the floor in our room just so he's not so scared.  We've never let him sleep in the bed.  The bed was for us and we believe that after a certain age it's just not appropriate for kids to be sleeping in the same bed as their parents.  That's what I thought anyway.  Less than an hour had passed and I was literally falling off the bed.  I tried to wake Kim up to tell her and she kind of moved but not nearly enough.  I was still hanging off the edge of the bed with only a corner of the blanket to keep me warm.  Finally I got fed up and slept on the floor beside our bed but that was getting too uncomfortable so I went downstairs to the couch.

I was really angry.  Angry beyond belief that I got kicked out of my own bed because of an 8 year old and was forced to sleep in the freezing cold living room.  On the couch.  With a teeny blanket that barely covered my ass.  The patio doors let in air so it gets really cold at night.  The couch is right in front of those doors so naturally I felt like I was in the North Pole.

It was about 5:30am when Kim woke up and came down.  I asked her if our bed was empty yet and she said no so I went back to sleep.  Two seconds later her son came down and I angrily went back upstairs not looking at anyone.  They were both happy and chipper after getting a good night's rest while me...I'm still in a bad mood about it and I'm just thinking Kim had better come home soon.

I don't know where she went but I'm sitting here just fuming.  She didn't even attempt to bring him back to his room.  She knows I don't sleep well and I'm very picking about where I sleep and how the room is.  It has to be dark and quiet.  Not too hot but not too cold.  Why was I in the bright living room with the draft and lumpy couch?  I couldn't even stretch out.  She better be home soon.