Last night was almost a total waste of make up. We were so slow at work. On the flip side, that meant that I got out at a decent hour and made my way to C.C. (where I used to work) to have a fabulous "house margarita" (remember THOSE Aussie?!) and some nachoes. It was great to see everyone and catch up on the latest gossip. One of my friend's has a daughter that goes to school with my niece. Well Terri tells me written on the side walk in BIG black letters is "N.D. loves J.M." (using initials to protect the soon to be not so innocent). The only thing that stops me from calling grandma's house (where N was staying the night) was that it was so late at night and I knew they'd be asleep. Talk about a shock! Where is the little girl that played with barbie? N. Knows the facts of life. Auntie Maeve made sure of that, all the gory details and what could go wrong if birth control is not used.
Terri also asked about Pudd'ns sleeping habits, I tell her they have improved greatly. He's finally sleeping through the night after 7 years. Soon as those words left my mouth I knew I was fucked. I even knocked on the table for good luck. Did not work, he was up at 3:30 am (and still up now). What makes it really hard is that I'm not used to being sleep deprived any more, so not getting enough sleep plays even more of a havock on us. Screws up our whole day. Ugh.
Samwise is happy to be home, but hates the lampshade he has to wear. The hardest thing is keeping him quiet. He and Jack are always wrestling around. So far Pudd'n hasn't wanted to play, so we haven't had to worry there. I think I am going to go back to bed.