Slumber Party

My kids and I have a routine - every Friday night that they are with me, we crash on the floor in the living room, eat junk food and watch movies until our eyelids are too heavy to hold open. Last night was no exception.

Now, my son - he's a lightweight. Sleep rarely flutters by him unnoticed and he was asleep before I got everything together and went to lay down. My daughter and I? Midnight.

The problem with this set up is that that little bastard always wanna wake up early because he goes to sleep so much earlier than my daughter and I do. She's more than happy to wake up at that time too ... because she's six and has the energy and all.

This morning, however? JACK was hurtin ... three times they woke me up to tell me they were hungry and I finally got my ass up at like 9:30 to make breakfast: Scrambled eggs, bacon and sesame seed bagels from DD's ...

I want to lay back down and sleep - I really, really do. Especially after working so damn hard the night before to NOT get any ... and I can't. I simply can not. My son has a soccer game at 1:30pm and right now, I have them running around the backyard with these new foam rocket shooters ... I can hear them through the window as I type. They're having a blast.

Me? I'm tired as hell. And I wanted to share with all my blog friends.

But in the end - it was all worth it. I was back there with them a bit ago, picking up random fallen sticks/twigs and have been filling up the fireplace so that we can burn a fire this evening. I can almost hear the crackling of the fire right now ... almost.

But the numbing, relaxing crackle is being drowned out by two well-fed children running outside this bedroom window. It's time for me to go back out there ... and allow the obligatory foam rocking shooting of daddy.

Daughter: "Look over there, Daddy - a blue jay!"

JACK looks around.

JACK gets pummeled by foam rockets as the kids laugh.

Son, pointing in other direction: "Look dad, a RED jay!"

As tired as I am - this is NOT for the birds.