I just finished Mister’s 3 am feeding. Yes, he still has those. All I want to do is go back to bed. I lift the covers and slide my legs in. I hit something sharp. The cat’s claws. I slide over toward my husband’s side of the bed and try again. There is something sharp there too! My husband’s toenails. I swear he files each one to a point.
I have a couple of choices:
1. I can risk blood loss and kick my way to more space
2. I can squeeze between my pointy bedmates and make the most of the middle
Being non-confrontational, I choose number two and vow to get out the clippers for both tomorrow.
How do you make the most of the middle of your writing?