Apparently, sleeping on the floor is hard. And by hard, I mean: THE FLOOR IS HARD. Savannah and Margaret both found that out sometime in the middle of the night when they BOTH woke up with sore bodies. And ended up downstairs in the living room on the same chair.
Margaret woke me up to ask me if she could sleep with me. I sleepily pointed her to the chair. The couch just wasn't big enough for Bailey, Margaret and Me. Savannah just came down and crawled onto the chair with Margaret. That's how Andrew and I found them this morning. Sleeping peacefully, sprawled on the chair. Together. And we chuckled over it.
So much for the fort. It was fun while it lasted.
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