Night Night, Sleep Tight

I totally confess to being unwell.

Predominantly in the head.

In particular, an unbridled, and unchecked love for

stuffed animals.

It started when I was young and impressionable.

I remember laboriously tucking each one in at night.

Eventually, telling each stuffed animal good night became so taxing,

that I began a blanket good night policy.

No favorites allowed.

Democracy. Justice & equality for all!

Exhausting-the politics of stuffed animals!!!

I also remember barely being able to move in my bed:

Fraught that someone stuffed would get squished or fall out before dawn.

Only to wake in the morning with half the legions

cast upon the shag below.

Solution:

The sleep sack for stuffed folk.

My 4.5 year old is very into tucking.

Also, a little OCD about everything in its place.

A little like her mom :)