'I'm a TV addict'
Candice LOVES her son's new bed, but the fact that he's got a TV in his bedroom, has made moving in that much sweeter.
Sunday
LOVING Dylan’s new bed. Mostly because I’m in it.
There was a time between sending the bunk bed packing, and putting together Dylan’s double bed, that Dylan slept in my bed and I slept on the couch. All very Child Before Parent like were it not for one important detail: I regularly sleep on the couch.
I’d like to say it’s on evenings spent listening to music, surrounded by candlelight, slipping softly into sleep (which I’ve done at least twice and it’s lovely), perhaps add a smattering of poetry to the night (okay so not even twice) because that scenario is slightly romantic, slightly creative, a little offbeat. Cool, right? Only I’m really more of a pass out watching Ellen DeGeneres dance on a brightly lit screen kind of chick. Can anyone say, TV addict?
Moving swiftly to the good part - Dylan has a TV in his room. And it faces the new bed. And he’s not a TV addict. He is, however, an octopus in love with my queen size bed.
Only Dylan forgot to tell his best friend we’ve taken to nightly bed swapping. A best friend, I’ve now discovered, who took to poking a stick through Dylan’s bedroom window to wake him, back when Dylan had a bunk bed and I banned knocking before 10am. A best friend who thought it’d be cool to revisit this particular tradition at 8am this morning.
Dear boy almost had a heart attack as I launched in fright at the open window, hair wild and boobs swinging. He didn’t scream, but he did turn a deathly shade of white, scrambling backwards through the lavender bushes with speed. My falling out of bed in a twist of duvet and sheets is a noisy affair, it woke Dylan who came crashing into the bedroom, eyes wild in that woken from sleep with heart racing kind of way, brandishing a… wait for it… book.
Exactly what help he thought he’d be with a soft cover copy of New Moon, I really don’t know, but there he was, swinging it overhead with fierce determination. And for a brief moment heart warming almost overtook hilarity, before I doubled over with laughter.
So we ditched the No Knocking Before 10am rule, you can only hear the front door from my bedroom anyway - and I’m no longer in it. And with the boys playing outside, I get to snuggle further under the duvet to watch whatever Sunday omnibus is on.
LOVING Dylan’s new bed.
- Women24