This is the stage we’re at right now.
Because we’re packing, we already loaded our bed (our beautiful, glorious, delicious california king-sized bed) into the trailer and we’re sleeping on a futon mattress. Around 6:30 or 7, Es usually brings Mason into bed with us so that we can get another hour of sleep - albeit not very good sleep.
This image is exactly what ends up happening, until one of us eventually gets angry and decides sleeping isn’t worth it. (Gasp!)
It happens, kids. It happens when you have kids. Sleep, sometimes, becomes not worth it.
