I never know where or who I'm going to wake up with these days. Some nights I just end up getting into one of their beds, some mornings I wake to find one of them tucked up next to me. Most mornings I wake with no memory of what happened in the night. They like to keep us guessing, these boys of ours.
This is where I found myself yesterday morning - clinging on to the little boy who somehow managed to use his little body to push me all the way to the edge of the big bed. The little bed hogger.
You can find previous sleep episodes here and here
I make pictures with paint, scissors, paper and glue. I love colour. My studio is messy, with paper trails often leading to the kitchen. I used to be a night owl until I became a mum. Now I am just a little bit of a night owl, with big bags under her eyes, yearning for just a few more minutes in bed.