We had packed Ethan, his playpen, Isaac, his napper, and for us, our soft, plush Queen-sized Air Mattress. A relaxing oasis to collapse into after a day of hard cleaning, signing papers, and scrubbing the walls.
Only one problem, our air mattress sprung a leak…a big one. The sucker was flat in no time. So while the boys were resting sounding in their bedrooms on comfy little cots, Jennifer and I were basically sleeping on the floor. No cushion for aching muscles. No first night bliss. We got a cold, hard floor.
Oh, by the way, we forgot to bring our blanket. So we had to snag two of the baby’s itty-bitty blankets that covered our shoulders.
All in all, our first night in the new house was…stiff.