I've am blessed to have never dealt with the kiddie bedtime blues that most parents deal with.

I have my husband to thank for that.

From the time my firstborn was a few months old, he insisted we put her to sleep in her crib while she was drowsy. I was inclined to cradle my newborn and rock her teeny body to bed night after night, but big bad Daddy would come along and take her out of my arms before she was fully asleep and lay her down gently in her crib to fall asleep on her own.

It worked.

I have amazing sleepers. Bedtime is not a problem in our house. Now...let me clarify that they don't cheerfully march up to bed, but they don't cry, whine, cause a scene, wail on the floor or otherwise freak out. They sleep in their own beds and they stay there all night. We help them brush their teeth, read them a story, shut off the lights, close the door and that's it.

Usually.

Every once in a while, we'll end up with a kid in our bed -- like if they had a bad dream or there was a loud thunderstorm, or they are sick. I love my girls, but I cannot stand sleeping with them. Hell, I can barely tolerate sharing sleeping space with my husband let alone a toddler that seems to be all knees and elbows poking me all night long.

Last night, the little one (3yo) seemed to have a case of insomnia; she just couldn't sleep. So, of course, she came to have a party in our bed.

I'm all for a party, but not at 3 a.m., not when I have to get up and run at 5 a.m. and not when I'm coming off five days of vacation. But, I begrudgingly moved over and was silently annoyed for a good half hour as she shifted all around, kicking and elbowing me.

I was contemplating a move to the couch, when it occured to me that all I needed to do was put my head at the foot of the bed -- because her little limbs can't reach that far. I grabbed my pillow, flipped around, and slept blissfully the rest of the night.

So, next time you find yourself sleeping triple, just put your head where your feet go and let your little one cuddle up to your calves.