Back to the left side.

My little man has come to Nashville to visit me for a couple of weeks! As much as I love having him with me, I do not love how my sleeping arrangements are altered. Of course, Oliver has first priority of which side of the bed he would like to sleep on; his preference is the right side. (Maybe because it is closest to the door?) Unfortunately, this is the side I usually sleep on, which causes me to be pushed to the left side of the bed... I guess I should be thankful that he has yet to kick me out of my own bed all together!