I do! I do! For once, this won’t be about my periodic insomnia. I’ve actually been doing pretty well lately – logging 6-7 hours most nights. I feel good about that.
This, instead, is a story that will make you laugh, make you cry, and make you wish you had mad skillz like mine. (You can tell I’m serious, because I spelled ‘skills’ with a ‘z.’)
Alvie Bean’s bedroom is on the southwestish corner of our house. It does not cool down quickly in that room. Also, that kid runs hot anyway. Other hot things? Your mom*. And this summer in Portland. So, we bought a window AC unit for Bean this summer. It’s lovely.
Our bedroom is on the east side of the house. In the evening, we just put a large box fan in the window and by bedtime, our bedroom is a cool paradise.
Last night, I went to bed (as I do) and found that the fan had not been properly placed in our window. Our room was hot. I tried to go to sleep anyway, but I was all sweaty and gross.
I had a bright idea! I would go sleep in Bean’s room. He has a full-sized bed and he is only 28 months old. There is plenty of room in that bed for a toddler and his short mama, right?
Following is a professionally illustrated series on how that went.
Time: 10:50 pm.
I gave up and went back to my slightly-less-stifling room.
Time: 11:25 pm.
This morning when I went in to wake up Mr. Bean for school, this is how I found him.
*apologies for the ineptitude of my ‘your mom’ joke. My strengths are in the visual arts. Obviously.