We got back at about 2:30am from taking the kids back home. When we got there, we ended up hanging out for several hours, playing with the other kids (they have five kids - makes me feel wimpy for only taking two) and eating cupcakes (my SIL has a cupcake business and was trying out recipes - oh dear god she is the best). We finally left with two dozen cupcakes, kisses and promises to the two year old, who was crying because he wanted to come with us, that he and the baby could have their week with us in three or four years.
We stopped by A's parents down the road and had Imo's, the yummy St. Louis pizza that I would eat too often if we had it here. Finally we got on the road, with Charlie happily passed out with the whole back seat to himself.
When we woke up this morning it was almost 10am. It was nice to wiggle a little further under the covers and not get up. The cats jumped up and kneaded our chests, asking to be fed. Charlie sighed and turned over. Cars outside rolled by, their radio bass thumping softly.
But there wasn't any Disney channel or giggling or little feet running.
Instead of our usual "bed day" where we loll about reading the paper and puttering in the yard, we're going to go to the movies. It's just too quiet around here.