No love is perfect.

I feel the cold, I'm not sure why, but I do. So when I bought my sleeping bag for this trip, I put months of research into finding the right one for me. I can honestly say I love my sleeping bag. It's warm, it packs down small, it has essential hidden pockets, and a bit that rolls and makes a cool padded neck support, a great hood and it is a beautiful snowdrift blue colour. It is flash!

However, like all great loves, it is not perfect. It does have one flaw. The zip is on the left hand side and I am right handed. And like all great loves the little imperfections can only be overlooked for so long. This morning my loves little imperfection turned into a major inconvenience.

Our alarm went off at 5am as usual, for us to rise and greet the day with an hour of morning yoga. I couldn't wake one son and the other complained of not feeling well.

The hours are long and days are full here at the ashram, so I figured it couldn't hurt to let sleeping grumps lie, just for one morning.

So I zipped myself snugly back up into my sleeping bag between my two tired boys with whom I share a double bed. Yes, it's cosy, but we're not complaining.

I felt it before I heard it coming. A fountain of fruit salad, (which we had not eaten and yet strangely here it was), projected up from my queasy son. I fumbled for my zip. The technicolour yawn came pouring down into the hood of my lovely new sleeping bag and all over my face and hair. Frantically searching for the zip, I sat up. Like that was going to help! It ran down, over my cool padded neck rest, through my essential hidden pockets into my sleeping bag of which I was still entombed.  By that stage it was all too late, but I was standing up, still trying desperately to unzip from a side that is just not natural!

Conveniently, the vomiting son managed to miss his sleeping bag entirely!

x Lisa (sticky Mum)