I’ve been puzzled for a while about why beds are so small. With the exception of The Great Bed of Ware which is a historical curiosity it seems to me that even the most super Kingsize sized beds could actually do with being bigger. The husband at 6ft 4 has always to stick his feet out the end of the bed, this is a real pain as it can create internal under cover draughts. Until we had children this did not pose too much of a major issue.
However, with the advent of children I find that every single bed we have slept in including our totally biggest one from the shop, is simply far too small to accommodate us and one child, yet alone two. Partially, this is the result of the evolutionary law which means that until they reach teenage years children will sleep at a diagonal in any bed. Usually both myself and the husband find ourselves either pinned between a child and a chest of drawers, or clinging onto the edge of the bed to prevent a fall. This makes sleep a rather rigid affair.
Last night I was staying at Butlins in Bognor Regis, and rather lovely though the beds are my two children could it seems only sleep in my one. This was hilarious in a sort of hysterical fashion as one by one, the little one really did push us all out of the bed. First Toddler boy literally fell out whilst asleep. The husbands analysis of the scene of crime was that Fifi had in fact pushed him. Next the husband ended up on the floor underneath a duvet as a Fifi pivot manoeuvre was undertaken. Finally, she pushed me out and I ended up having to pick myself up off the floor and walk all way around the bed to the other side to regain my sleeping position; on my side clinging for dear life to the edge. Weirdly, Fifi is the most tired of us all today, it’s such hard work making enough space for yourself when you are 21 months old.