Coveting Bunkbeds

During our normal spring break trip to Florida, we stay with my grandparents. This usually requires that the boys spend most of the trip sleeping on the floor. But this year the stars aligned and school breaks overlapped, thus allowing the whole entire cult that is our family to head to the beach at the same time. In order to deal with the mass influx of visitors, my grandparents very kindly and generously rented condos for each family for their stay.

The boys and I spent the first part of our vacation at my grandparents. After Chris arrived, we moved into the rental. At the first sight of the second bedroom with twin beds, the boys went crazy. Their own room! With actual beds! And to top it all off, their own tv! (While yes, we are a tv loving family and all that, we hold firm on the no tvs in the bedroom policy, much to our boys' disappointment.)

At their incredible display of enthusiasm, I realized that this might just be the first time on vacation that they actually had beds instead of sleeping bags or air mattresses. Poor babies.

But, all celebrating aside, the room did only have two twin beds for three boys. So yes, once again, someone had to sleep on the floor.

After twenty minutes of arguing, pleading and negotiating, Griffin sweetly agreed to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. One week and that boy never complained about the sleeping arrangements. Not a peep.

As we were driving home from the airport, I turned to Griffin and said, "G! You must be so excited to get your bedroom back and sleep in your own bed instead of on the floor."

Griffin looked at me sadly and shook his head. Then he said, "No. You know Mom, when I am in my room all alone I really miss my brothers. I get lonely. Do you think you could get me bunkbeds and then I could live in one of their rooms?"

My sigh over my third baby boy's sweetness was barely audible over his brothers' immediate yelling of "NO!"

It's tough to be the third boy.