Eldest had his first non-family sleepover last night. They went to sleep sometime after 11pm and awakened, as one of my friend's kids would say, at the butt crack of dawn.
I went to bed almost proud. How messed up is that?
I awakened angry. Who needs toast at 6am? And is it necessary to bang the pans so loudly? And then I dreamed that I went into the kitchen to yell at the boys and made both Eldest and Dimples cry.
I was glad that it was a dream. No matter how annoyed I was at the dark toast making.
At least they made their own toast.