Going Out On A Sunday Night… Not Such A Good Idea.

I don’t normally go out, I like to stay home with the kids, occasionally ill accompany my boyfriend to an event, but I love being with the kids. Sunday night was my best friend’s birthday; she just turned 24 so she’s young with energy and planned a night out for her birthday. Cory (my boyfriend) and I decided to go. We got a babysitter, kissed the kids and took off. We made it home at 11:22, spoke with the babysitter for a bit then I tiredly walked up the stairs to my room.

“Mom! I missed you!”

Great, Jack’s awake and it’s a school night. I gave him a hug and a kiss and said goodnight.

“But you didn’t read to me, you always read to me, and we’re almost at the end…” Jack pulls the Wednesdays out from under his covers. “I even unplugged my clock, so if dad comes up he won’t know what time it is and we won’t get in trouble.”

So I lay in his bed and started to read, I wasn’t even half a page deep when he started snoring. Finally I could go to bed. I feel like I’ve only been sleeping for 5 minutes, but I know it’s sometime in the morning when Jack creeps into my room. I could hear a mouse squeak and I’d wake up.

“Mom, are you gonna make me some breakfast or something?”

The clock says its 4:58 am, and I’m never going out on a Sunday night again.