1 broken bed = 2 aspiring gymnasts...

My bed is broken. Not in a "I have 5 kids" good time broken but more of a "2 little monkeys jumping on the bed" broken. 

Sydney and Colby are apparently prepping for the 2016 Olympics and my very own comfy rest place has become their training ground. 

To say I am amused is an understatement.

Yesterday was a pretty grueling training session apparently. When I crawled into the sweet land of nighty night, well after I should have mind you, I was greeted with squeaks, cracks and I am pretty sure a moan from the mattress herself. 

When I awoke this morning, well before I should have mind you, it was my very own back letting out the squeaks, cracks and moans. 

I would post a picture of lady lullaby (that's what I call my best friend, the bed) but she has asked for no photos please.

Apparently a bed can only take children making or gymnastics, but not both. 

We will be "putting her down" soon but before we do I am going to make those little shits train everyday. Someone, somehow is going to get some kind of a medal out of this and if it ain't me it's going to be one of them....