To make sure the babies don’t wake up.
They are pretty good sleepers now, but I still have the old fear in me.
Combine that with the fact that we have a one bedroom apartment and our bed is a mere 20 inches from the end of Grunter’s crib…well, it’s close quarters in here.
Every night, I curse the squeaky door while simultaneously sticking my foot out so the cat doesn’t dart past me, get in as fast as possible and softly shut the door behind me. Unfortunately, our door makes a discernible ‘click’ as it closes and inevitably one of the babies will stir. Not wake up, but stir-scare me.
I crept into bed, pulled up the duvet and got cosy.
Then I realized I had to pee. Crap. The boys were still stirring.
There was NO WAY I was going to click and squeak and risk them waking up.
So tired. Please pee feeling, please go away. Surely you can hold it all night.
I then had three thoughts:
- I wonder if we have an empty tupperware container in the room? (We do not. Completely irrational, but wistful thinking.)
- Dogs pee on the rug. I have a throw rug.
- I wonder how much pee a size 3 P.ampers can hold?
Then I got up and went to the bathroom. The twins did not wake up.
Sharing a one bedroom apartment with (almost) 9 month old twins is seriously starting to suck.
We thought we might move into a two bedroom apartment around their first birthday, but while our apartment went under rent stabilization last year, the prices of the 2-bedrooms have skyrocketed.
While I’m not going to talk about how much we currently pay, I will tell you that the 2 bedroom is almost TWO THOUSAND dollars (cough, gag, cough) more. For an extra bedroom that is about 200 square feet. That’s all we’d be gaining. Not going to happen.
For now, we’ll continue to creep softly.