It's eleven thirty at night and I'm spent. I've nurtured, protected, and entertained little people all day. In the process of being mom I've also managed to squeeze in some laundry and tidying and now I'm more then ready for bed. I wash my face, change my spit-up-on clothes and finish feeding baby girl and now I crawl into bed. Ah bed what a beautiful thing.

I crawl into bed after a day of children and insane heat looking forward to the comfort of my cool fresh sheets only I find THEM!!!

What are they? They're my man's LEGS on MY side of the bed. Oh it's like road rage only I'm in bed. I can't take it. He's asleep and he's sleeping diagonally. I ask, I kick, I swear, I lose my mind! I literally have to move his legs to "his" side. At this point my sheets are hot and I'm bothered. Honestly, it's probably one of my top 5 pet peeves.

When we first married he guised this sleeping behavior by saying he just wanted to "cuddle". I figured we had a queen and that's what married people did. HA. I got over that by umm week 2 of marriage. Eventually, we arrived and inherited a California King. My instant thought was "YES, no more hot sheets and legs on my side". I was SO wrong.

I realize this whole blog was about legs on my side of the bed, but I can't help it. It's something I didn't realize I cared SO much about till I experienced it...CONSTANTLY!!!

You? Pet peeves? irriatations? bed sharing rules? Spill...


(left: documented proof of my pet peeve before the "bed rage" kicked in)