Raise your hand if sleepovers are your equivalent of Chinese torture

*hand raised*

Mia and Raegan had their very first sleepover last night.  

Things were going fine at 10:30 PM.  I even made the comment to Andy that this sleepover thing was easier than a normal night with Mia.  We immediately high-fived each other and did the "we so have this parenting thing whipped" fist pump.  

This was, of course, followed by the inevitable eating of the words. (When will I ever learn?)

This picture was taken at 10:30 PM when I was still feeling smugly satisfied with myself for my ingenious sleepover plan. Mia was actually in her bed, which never happens this early.  Go me.

This was taken at 2:00 AM when I stumbled into their room in a drunken stuper and begged them to go to bed.

At 3 AM I demanded they go to bed that instant.
At 4 AM I bribed them to be quiet.
And finally at 5 AM I declared the sleepover officially over if I heard another peep.  When I left for my workout at 5:20 I heard silence.  For the first time in 9 hours.
I almost weeped tears of joy but I was too tired to even care.

I tried to be kind of nostalgic about their sweet relationship and how since birth they have been the best of friends. {Was there ever a choice?}

But I was too busy getting the coffee brewing.  

At this point, the only thing I know for sure is that the next sleepover will be at Raegan's house,

and the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that...