Sleep Deprivation

My husband created a monster. Just in time for Halloween! (I crack myself up sometimes).
Seriously, this is our problem.
Rocco gets baby gated into the kitchen when we have to leave the house. And we all know the reason....ROCCO CANNOT BE TRUSTED.
Rocco also used to be baby-gated into the kitchen when we slept. But my husband, the old softie, let Rocco sleep with us one night.
And from that moment on our sleep dynamic changed forever.
Because the next night, when we tried to put him the kitchen, he cried and whined and whimpered until at 3am we could not stand it anymore and we let him back on the bed.
Big mistake, because I have not had a decent might of sleep since then.
Rocco wants to sleep ON me. Let me tell you that a 100-lb dog laying across your legs or your arm certainly cuts off one's circulation.
Or he nudges my hand. ALL NIGHT. As if petting him until the wee hours of the morning is my top priority.
Did I mention that he hogs the bed? He actually lays next to the wall, then stretches out his legs against the wall, pushing my husband onto my side, thus pushing me to, well, the remaining 8-inches of the bed.
So I'm not sleeping well.
Which is why I am updating this blog at 5am.
Good for you readers....bad for my sanity.