Day: June 6, 2012

Part 2: The Art of Sleeping Together with Kids

It’s 7:00am.  I should be in bed, snuggled up to The Wedding Date, but instead I’m standing barefoot in my parents’ garage in my pajamas, trying to clamber my way into the elevator so I can sneak upstairs and across the hall without being detected.  Why?  Well, let’s just say dating a man with kids makes the art of sleeping together even more complicated than it already is. Several weeks ago, my parents lifted the embargo on The Wedding Date and I sharing a room when he spends the night in Philadelphia.  This means—as I discussed on Monday—that I’ve been getting way less sleep than usual.  When I showed up to work the first morning after we’d spent the night together in the guest room, I was so exhausted that I decided to take my preschoolers to play outside in lieu of their usual dance class. I brought a set of miniature tennis rackets with us and despite the fact that the majority of my three year old spent the entire morning complaining that they …