Wowsers . . .

Once again I was single for the weekend. My hubby left on Saturday to attend a family funeral in Kentucky. I had the kids by myself until early Monday morning. (Refer to previous post about not wanting to be a single mom.) Props (did I just use that word) to all you single moms, and stay-at-home moms too for your patience.

My neighbor did stop over on Saturday night to ask if they could use my firepit. We sat out in the backyard for about 6 hours and talked and laughed and had a great time. I've blogged before about my kids and their sleep habits. They simply do NOT sleep. We cannot get them to sleep early for anything. Now, I know what Supernanny would say, "It's a control thing." It's not a control thing because I've fought the fight. . . for weeks straight. It never changed. They don't yell and scream after about 3 hours, but my daughter has vomited from screaming for us. Even when they quiet down, they don't sleep. They go to sleep with us, or right before us on a bed downstairs, and wake up with us. Every now and then Harrison will sleep in past the time we get up. They typically go to sleep about 10:00 and get up at 8:00 so it's not like I deprive them . . . But I digress . . .

Anyway we were outside until about 1:30 in the morning roasting marshmallows and having a grand ole time. Harrison fell asleep about 12:00 since he hadn't napped. McCartney on the other hand was the freakin' energizer bunny. She was swinging on the swings, running around and carrying on with everyone else. We went inside took a shower, and she was still talking when I fell asleep at 2:15 am. That girl can TALK. Dustin did pretty good this weekend, as good as he does when Robert's gone.

Thank goodness it was a short trip this time.