Well, let's see, it's 12:43 a.m. on Friday night.
Kristin is having her first sleepover, here. She's stayed overnight at other places, but this is the first time it's been here. And they're still awake. 5 year olds, and it's 12:48 now. (I had to pause writing this paragraph, hence the 5 minute delay between paragraphs because they stormed in here fighting and crying).
...I think they are down now for the night. I hope so anyway. Apparently this fight was over covers.
This sleepover has been a good reminder to me as to what's important. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in things, work or the dynamics of adulthood, that it takes moments like this to snap me back down to where I need to be.
Toney's passed out on the couch. He didn't even try sleeping in our bedroom because it's adjacent to Kristin's room and if there wasn't a book reading or play kitchen scenario going on in there, there was a pillow fight. So he just crashed out in the living room. I'm in the office reading, working on this puzzle we've had forever and surfing. I've got the night and he'll have to handle breakfast because I'm sleeping in.
It's been a good night though, Kristin's first sleepover, she'll look back on fondly. They had ice cream and cheetos after 9 pm. Gasp. They had fun. We'll work on getting the sleep schedule back in the next day or two.
5/31/2008
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Poor Daddy! I still remember the first sleep over party I had. I think we kept my parents up until 3am.
I struggle with priorities during the day. I get too caught up in cleaning, working, etc and forget to just have fun with him. This time goes so fast and I know one day I'll miss it. Screeches and all.
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