The three youngest wanted a sleepover. In my room. I am certainly cultured enough to know one simply does not have men in her room when the children are about, so I changed my plans and let the kids camp out on my floor.
I thought about how cool it was that I still had kids that wanted to spend time with me. Wanted to just be in the same room I was for the night. Even if it meant having to decide who got Daddy's side, and who had to grab a spot on the floor. It was heartwarming. So I put up with the whispering (I'm not sure how they forgot that I have the power of hearing), the sporadic snoring, the flip-flopping next to me, and the sleeping bodies blocking the path to the bathroom, to just revel in the fact that I had some of my babies super close for the night.
2 comments:
sweet memories.I have had a few sporadic sleep overs with my 18 yr old girl and Ben once in a very blue moon these past few yeas... Treasure it for sure.
I def. have a thing for Mr. Selfridge......We are so twinsies. It's really not good for me to watch him.......so I don't..............but, it's ok if you do.........I'm sure it's not a problem for you................hehehehahaha! Gots to be above board. Keep me there!
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