Gosh, how I love sleeping. Sleeping on text books, falling asleep to the telly, napping, oh I love it all.
I can fall asleep at any time of the day. Literally. But for the last couple of nights I’ve experienced trouble falling asleep. Could it be full moon? I don’t know.
We (yes, we) have tried everything to knock me out at night. Nothing’s worked. Until I came up with the most brilliant idea ever:
I stole his snore. Problem solved.
I had some cleaning and organising to do in our basement room. It was stuffed and nowhere near as organised as on the drawing:
It had to be done. As any other chore, I dreaded it. But going through all of your old stuff is actually quite fun. Especially when the following happens:
I found Ninna Long-Ears Bunny (yes, that is her name), my old stuffed animal, at the bottom of a box.
Who ever said you get too old for your stuffed animals?!