Please someone smack me up side my head the next time I mention having a sleepover at my house.
6 boys eat more food than the local grocery carries and stay up way to late.
I'm tired, I'm cranky and I'm hungry.
Actually I'm not cranky it just sounded good, but I am tired.
2 am isn't what it use to be, darn it I should have called Uncle Rich.
Upon further investigation it looks as though a bomb went off in the Lego room, a tornado hit the living room, a swarm of locusts went through the kitchen and pantry and a hurricane came through the front yard.
My departing words as I stumbled off to bed were- this is not happening again.
Of course it will,
we all know that
and when it does...
someone please smack me.
Amanda I think you're the only one who'll actually do it so I'm writing this to you.
From under the laundry pile I'm pleading...
Please send food.
~Michelle
PS don't feel too bad for me in about an hour I'll line up the whole gang, assign their duties and spend the next hour overseeing the mass clean up of the Span Ranch- something all kids learn quickly at my house, if you're here enough you have a job! They actually come back!!
2 comments:
This sounds so much fun. I love having a full house like that!!! So exciting, yes messy and yes expensive, but hey it's so worth the memories. We were never allowed to have friends stay the night. And we never had food for others, I think that's why I love feeding others. So no I will not smack you and yes you should do this every few weeks!
Love you,
What a blessing to the boys!
Amanda
You should have called. Then you would only owe me about 798 more calls at 2 a.m. :)
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