All the adults were sung in their beds…two little brothers chose to sleep elsewhere instead.
I would have asked them, had they been not asleep.
One brother lay snoozing on something soft and cushy, but my youngest brother lay sleeping on his tummy – not tushie.
When I was younger I too had my own room and a large queen sized bed to myself and I opted to sleep on the floor in my older brother’s room or on the living room sofa.
In fact, I rode out the January 1995 Northridge, California earthquake on the couch in my older brother’s room – I woke up thinking he was shaking the couch just to prank me – because he used to do things like that.
I preferred to sleep with a blanket, the brothers sleep with a sleeping bag or on the floor half naked.
I sometimes find him upstairs on the hard wood floors laying sprawled out next to a dog.
As I get older – I find that I can’t sleep on the floor well – I know, because I recently tried.
Nope, it’s the comfy life for me.
I got up this morning and made buttermilk, blueberry pancakes from scratch for my husband and brothers and decided that I’m going to do some good in the world today – January 1, 2013 – even it is just organizing my bedroom.