Sleepovers are not for wimps.
I'm exhausted. DD and her BFF had a wonderful afternoon/evening together, but then night came and it was all drama. AND, very loud trips to the bathroom at least fifty times (I swear, I'm not exaggerating -- neither kid knows how to be quiet; doors slammed, footsteps thumped).
All the below happened between 11:30 p.m. and 12:30 a.m.
DD: "I can't sleep without music on."
BFF: "I can't sleep with music on." (this after I found the BFF trying to sleep in the little hall area)
DD: "BFF won't stop coughing." (which was true and odd, considering she hadn't coughed all day)
DD: (comes into my room at midnight) "I need a hug."
Me: "You do remember I was getting up at 4 a.m. to get some work done before all the stuff I'm doing tomorrow, right?"
DD: "Yes." (sniff, sniff)
And so, it has been decreed: NO MORE SLEEPOVERS. Playdates, yes. Sleepovers, no. At least not for a very, very, VERY long time.
And now, since I overslept almost an hour ... I'm outta here.
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