Sleep tight . . . or don't

Drew is a sleeping terror. 

We did a poor job with the sleep training on Drew and here we are - 3 years later - still dealing with it and I have no one to blame except myself. 

I hate when I'm coming out of deep sleep just starting to realize that I'm hanging half off the bed.  It usually takes me a few seconds to realize that someone is pushed right up against my back forcing me off my bed.  I always assume it's Ansen, but it never is. 

It's a child. 
A child that is sprawled out enjoying some restful, comfortable sleep. 

The child is 9 times out of 10 - Drew.   Sometimes I can vaguely remember inviting him in, but I'm pretty sure usually he just climbs in and worms his way into the middle. 

I know I'm not the only parent that experiences this "joy" of parenting. 

I also wonder if part of the problem is there isn't room for him in his bed either . . .

It may be time to invoke Olivia's 2 "friend" maximum rule with Drew.