My house is the slumber party house. Kids running around almost every weekend. And I love it.
Minime is happy, I’m happy. Girls giggling and acting nuts. This weekend will be no exception.
But they’re getting older, so they bicker more. PMS-like mood swings. It’s still ok. When they’re asleep, they’re angels.
Ah, when they’re asleep. Getting them to go to sleep is no small task. Last time, I think I was asleep before they were! They were trying to take midnight bubble baths when all I wanted to do was catch some zzzz’s.
They eat more these days, leaving me with nothing but some dried lentils and amaranth in the cabinet only because they couldn’t figure out what to do with it. If they could’ve figured out something to do with them, they would’ve eaten the dried stuff, too. A plague of locusts in eyeshadow.