Routine

Every night when it is time for bed the routine commences.

Barley is in bed first. He's happy.

A little bit later Bella wants up. Until I go to reach for her.

Then she backs away.

Until she comes back again.

At this point Barley starts making noises like someone is stabbing him to death with a butter knife. It is an utter atrocity that he share a bed with her.

She growls.

He howls.

She snarls.

He cries.

This goes on until I convince them there is enough room for both and they retreat to opposite sides of me.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat daily.

Now if only two boys, or one for that matter, fought this hard to be in my bed.

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry