They're A Rough Crowd

This week Zoe and I have been sick.  Tuesday she went to the mall with Grandma and left a present for the next customer outside the Penney's entrance. 

Later that evening I started to think I was coming down with strep throat (turns out it was a sinus infection that has laid me flat most of this week).  Needless to say, we've been laying low and having loads of cuddles.

When Zoe doesn't feel well, she wants me to sleep with her for a bit at bedtime.  She gives me about three inches of space while she sprawls out.  Apparently, in my illness, I used up 3.5 inches instead of my given 3.  I woke up her pushing me into the wall and back into my space.

I took that as my cue to leave.  As I crawled into my bed, I drifted off to sleep, only to be rudely and abruptly awaken to the elbow that was shoved into my eye.  When I said "ow, that hurt" all N replied was "shhsh.  Be quiet." 

Fortunately they both had the deep breathing of REM sleep when they beat me up.  Otherwise it would be my turn next!