LagosDad went to Amsterdam for work a couple of months ago.  He asked me if there was anything I wanted.

Yes!  I told him I wanted ham.  Lots and lots of ham (but that has nothing to do with this).

But apart from that, I told him I wanted one of those ‘body pillow‘ things.  Actually, I told him I needed one and that he shouldn’t come back without one!

Poor guy, he did struggle to find one for me (because he was looking in furniture stores?!) – but eventually found me one when he went to a baby store!

It has been a Godsend.  I’m so much more comfortable when I sleep/lie down.  And V has taken a bit of a liking to it too.  He uses it when he’s watching TV in my room.

A couple of nights ago, V got in a bit of a strop before going to bed.  I can’t remember what the issue was – but he was cross with me and decided he was taking my pillow to bed with him!  I didn’t argue and just left him to it.

I headed to bed at about 11pm and stopped by his room to get my body pillow on the way.  There he was – looking oh-so-comfortable in his cot bed with MY body pillow!  I peeled him off it and took the it back without waking him.

At 2am he woke up and started screaming.  He wanted to know where HIS pillow was!  I told him to lie down and I was bringing it.  I went back to bed.

At 7am he stormed into my room, stomped over to my side of the bed, ripped the covers off me and snatched the pillow away!

He brought it back soon after and said, ‘Mama, let’s make a deal.  You use it in the day time and I will use it at night.’  EH?  This ‘deal’ didn’t suit me.  I didn’t say anything to him at the time.

Later in the day I brought up the pillow again.  I told him he could take it to bed with him and that when I went to bed I’d come to his room and get it.

This was unacceptable to him.  He wanted it ALL night.

I told him that only mamas with babies in their tummies could use the pillow at night.  He looked at me and sucked his teeth.

I started to dread the evening.  How would I convince him to go to bed and leave MY pillow behind?  And if he did take it with him, how could I get it back and not suffer the consequences when he woke?

In the end, as usual, I needn’t have worried.  He seemed to have forgotten all about it when he went to bed that day.  He didn’t mention it.  I do think, though, that is because he didn’t see me using it.

Had he seen me with my feet up, all nice and comfy, he would definitely have made a play for it!

Typical, really.  Isn’t it?