The beautiful throw pillows my sweet mother made for our couch, have essentially become a permanent makeshift toddler bed on our bedroom floor…as well as a constant reminder of our downward spiral into epic sleep-training failure. While I tried to convince myself that the floor model of the family bed was my way of proving who was boss, wether it is a result of a nightmare or a cough or teething or just downright rebellion, it seems we still can’t get through a night without at least one little nighttime visitor sprawled out on those pillows, adorned with an evil little smile, as if each one of those pillows were a golden trophy of their triumph over their sleepless parents. At what point do we just buy another king and make our entire room into one massive family bed and officially give up on the revolving excuses? At least then we could turn the kid’s room into some sort of grown-up oasis…or maybe just more storage for their ever-growing toy inventory.