Ryan stayed at our house the night before his wedding. Michael was very excited and wanted to stay up with them. I was the mean mom and made him go to bed. But, he wouldn't fall asleep. At some point after 9 pm, he was standing in his doorway looking sad. I asked him why he wasn't in bed. He asked me, "are you EVER going to bed?" I answered with, "why, did someone say you could get up if I do?" There was a sheepish, quiet, "yes." Because it was such a special occassion, I told him I was ready for bed and to have a good night.
Sunday, after the rehersal night and wedding stuff was all over, he slept in until 11:30 am.
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Mother of an almost 6-year-old boy and a 2-year-old girl, trying to be a serious business woman for a manufacturing company and trying not to relate everything to a SpongeBob episode. My husband is a saint who has dinner on the table when I get home and does laundry.
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