The baby falls asleep in my arms while I read old posts via Bloglines. (I am very behind.)
Through the sun room, into the kitchen, then the dining room, living room and hallway to her bed. Along the way, I have to step over the sleeping bodies of three other children.
If I turned their bedrooms into something useful, like a sewing room for me, they would be upset.
Bill complains that our weight allowance is dangerously close to the upper limits (hello, family of eight, I remind him). I bet if we got rid of the beds, we'd gain at least 500 pounds. More books!
Now I need to haul them all into their rooms. Last night I left the girls on the hardwood floor, and they woke up in the middle of the night and complained to me about being achy. My fault, of course.