Sleep Wars

It's been over 6 months since I wrote about kicking Maggie out of our bedroom releasing Maggie into her own personal space.
Well, after this paragraph, I will finally reveal the truth about what REALLY happened.
[Queue 'Twilight Zone' music]

The celebrations were shortlived.
Gone were my plans of setting up the HP Notebook as a bedroom Media Centre.
Even though the cot and all the Maggie-ware were in Maggie's new room, Maggie was not.
She wanted nothing to do with the new room, crying herself into a frenzy if she was ever placed there for an afternoon nap.
Maggie continued to claim the master bed as her territory, refusing to sleep anywhere else.
Not only that, but her siblings soon wised up, and started to revolt against their own sleeping conditions.

'Mummy-Daddy's bed. Mummy-Daddy's bed!' Lisa's cries could be heard almost nightly, as the clock struck 9pm.
And then 10pm. Sometimes 1am. And 3am - each time while we carried her back to her own room.
But still, Marge and I would wake up the morning to find that somehow, Lisa had snuck into our bed again, under the radar.
It seemed that Lisa was unwilling to concede anything to her younger sister.

Enter daybreak. Enter Bart.
'Not fair! How come they get to sleep in Mummy and Daddy's bed. I'm sleeping here too!'
So he climbs in. But of course he wouldn't actually sleep.
He just plays. And baits his sisters. His sisters laugh, then cry.
And they all incur the wrath of a sleep-deprived Homer.

To be continued...