Last night I was just dropping off to sleep before dawn (around 2am) when I heard my son move and suddenly heard his little feet come into our bedroom.
He had had a really bad dream and wanted hugs, not a problem, but as soon as he was curled up next to me, he was asleep, which left me with a slight problem. I was tired and moving might wake me up but I was also squashed in between my son and the dog and there was no movement.
Before I could make up my mind I actually fell asleep. I woke up this morning and couldn’t move, my back is killing me, god knows what I have done to my shoulder, it was actually so bad I couldn’t move for a little while.
This was such a rare occasion though, that if it happened again I would probably do exactly the same thing again.