We have a general rule in our house that kids sleep in their beds and parents sleep in ours. But there’s one exception; when one Dad is out-of-town. When Dad is out-of-town, it’s been rumored that we have giant slumber parties, stay up late, watch movies and eat all kinds of sugar.
We did a little of that this weekend.
While Scott took Noah on a father/son weekend trip, Oaks and I had our own fun with several movies, fun activities and yes, slumber parties. But right in the middle of all of this fun, I was reminded what an oxymoron that term really is. If it’s a party, there’s no sleeping going on and if it’s slumber, there should be no partying.
Try telling that to this kid. When he is sleeping, it feels more like he is dancing the Macarena with all his heart. . . all night long. Covers? Who …