The Winter Rush to Bed – or – Golly-Gee-Willikers, the Floor Looks Awfully Comfy!

It has begun.

It has been cold out the last few nights. Hence, the winter ritual has begun. I trundle off to the bathroom, and after finishing my duties, I step into the hallway and announce to the gathered family in the living room that I am retiring and bid them all a bonne nuit.

Ralph jumps up and trots after me. Well, sorta after me. Until we hit the turn to the bedroom, when he knocks me down and jumps up onto the bed. Trixie, sensing the kill, follows him to the bed (“accidentally” knocking me over on her way) and jumps up, claiming her territory.

As I crawl on my hands and knees to the bed, Max jumps up on my back and then onto the already over-crowded bed.

I stand and judge the status. Ralph is covering 62.75% of the bed. Trixie is covering 46.8% of the bed. And despite his diminutive stature (comparatively speaking), Max is covering 18.34% of the bed. My chances of a good night’s sleep are looking dim.

But it is amazing the small spaces you can squeeze into, when you are tired and desperate and have totally lost control of your household!

Bonne nuit, tout le monde!