The Morning After

In my crazy college days (that's sarcasm for those of you who didn't know me then) I did have a few late nights where I ended up crashing wherever I was. That next morning feels so disgusting. You're in the same clothes you wore the night before, you haven't showered or brushed your teeth. It's just gross.
I was reminded of this particular gross feeling this morning as I woke up in my same baby food encrusted clothes and stinky breath. Last night, my friend Kelli's husband was going to be out late scouting gators for next weekends big gator hunt. We thought it sounded like a fun idea to put all the kids down at her house and have a girls night after they were all in bed. Our girls night wasn't actually so different than any other time we get together maybe with the exception of coffee. We just talked until midnight. Anyway, at midnight the whole transferring three small children from peaceful sleep to my van to their beds just didn't seem like the fun idea it once was. So I crawled in her guest bed with Amelia and had an old fashioned sleep over. Again, probably not the good idea that it seemed at midnight. I was worried all night that my noisy children were waking everyone else in the house up. But either she politely lied very convincingly or else she didn't hear my kiddos waking up shortly after 5 am. It was fun this morning, especially for the kids, to get to see their friends first thing and have breakfast with them. Shortly after breakfast, I was out the door longing for my shower and toothbrush. Whoever says you don't have sleep overs when you're a grown up? It was spontaneous and fun!