A Solid Eight

Wes and Drew risked blowing out their forty-something backs, shed some knuckle blood, and successfully squeezed the former upstairs couch into the girls' room.  It did go in, but will never come out.  Unless a chainsaw is involved (which I'm sure they'd be really excited about).

It was worth it!  We have a reading spot in their room now, and a spot for me to sleep the next time I am forced to hold a night time barf vigil.

Here we are all cozied up before bedtime:

Last night, for the first time in YEARS, I got 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep.  Marguerite made it all the way through the night in her own room in her own bed without needing me, Genevieve made her midnight crawl to our bed without waking me.  I woke up this morning feeling disoriented, grateful, and......rested.  Hallelujah.