My piece of heaven on earth

Okay, hot button item here, we co-sleep. If this upsets you or you feel the need to tell me how unsafe it is or some awful horror stories, fuck off a little bit and just listen, okay? My daughter started sleeping with us out of necessity at our old house. That place was a train wreck, it got SO COLD during the winter! The windows didn’t seal, the pipes would freeze, the furnace couldn’t keep up, there were holes in the floor where you could see into the the rape dungeon-esque basement. The summertime was equally as bad because it was mind meltingly hot! There was no central air, again the windows don’t seal, we lived in an area where we couldn’t leave the windows open for a breeze, and there was one window AC in the living room. So, long story short, we all dog piled on a mattress on the living room floor to either soak up the AC or keep each other warm. Fast forward almost a year, we now live in my in laws’ basement and my daughter won’t sleep by herself and now we’ve got the new baby, he’s got a bedside sleeper bassinet. And let me tell you, it gives me complete peace of mind to have my two smallest babies within arms reach while we’re sleeping. If I could get all the kids to fit in this full sized bed with us I’d be in heaven. Arie sleeps right in the middle of the bed taking up way more space than I thought could be humanly possible for someone so small, snoring like a tractor, and looking like an angel with her mouth wide open in a puddle of drool (like mother like daughter), daddy gets to take one for the team and sleep kissing the wall and I’m at the other side of the bed in between the two babies so I can have Arie snoring into my face and my hand on little man in sleeper all night. I’ve had people say I’ll regret “spoiling” my little ones and having them sleep with us. That we’re going to have teenagers still trying to crawl in bed with us. That we’re never going to get alone time, so on and so forth. I don’t see it like that. Even my 5 year old loves nothing more than a sleepover/snuggle session in a pile of blankets and pillows on the living room floor. And I fucking love it. I love having snuggly babies. I love waking up up surrounded by a symphony of snoring. For fuck sake I live in my in laws’ basement and we have 6 kids total, alone time doesn’t exist unless we make time for it (which in my opinion you should always make time for your partner, set a date day or whatever floats your boat, your only alone time shouldn’t be just in your own bedroom you fucking weirdos, put some effort in. That’s a topic for another time), and you know what? Who gives a shit if I’ve got 6 teenagers that want to crawl up into bed with us? I mean really? Who wouldn’t kill to have their teenager want to snuggle with them? Our kids only stay little for a very short period of time and I think a lot of us take that for granted. Slow down. Take the time to appreciate the beauty in every little moment because life moves quickly and we only have right now. Find your piece of heaven on earth and soak it up for as long as you can!