Right now

It's Saturday night, I'm home with four children but I only have two. Hm. 2 of the four then must belong to someone else. Oh yes, I remember, I said ok to a sleepover. I'm such an idiot. Why can't I just be a dorky, mean Mom? OK, so I'm dorky, but I don't think I'm seen as the meanest. Both of their friends live across the street which is nice. At least if something happens home is just one punt away. They are at the age now where they entertain themselves, which is also a plus.

Bad part: No quiet evening for Mommy. I started out the evening out by telling the kids, no friends in the house today. They are smart children, I'll give them that. Slowly working the friends in without me knowing it and then because they are behaving so well, I let them stay. That turned into, "it's okay with her/his mom/dad." Okay so then I feel guilty. Just one of those things. I work at 5:30 in the morning and I have this feeling dipshit has permanently hibernated in the bedroom. He won't be of any assistance but then again he wouldn't anyway so it's probably best. Just the sound of his voices stresses me out. I think I'm allergic.

Anyway, I'm going to clean now and round up all of these crumb snatchers from outside.