After a wild and crazy New Year’s Eve party last night (picture us sitting somewhat droopily playing a never-ending Domino game until 3:00 in the morning) it’s time to wake up and face the day.
Boy11 got 4 hours of sleep last night and is priming himself for a bracing day of Being Crabby.
Boy8 got 10 hours of sleep and is Peopled Out and is bracing himself for a lovely Whine Session because we have dinner plans with friends. “Why don’t we ever stay hooooome?” This is the kid I have to hide when people ask questions about unsocialized homeschoolers. Left to his own devices Boy8 would quite happily never leave home again unless the destination involved the words “Pizza Hut.” A few friends who’ve known him since birth have been shocked to hear his voice for the first time this year. Honestly. He’s slowly coming out of his shell but not without the aforementioned whining.
Darling Husband, well, I don’t know what Darling Husband will do today. He’s one of the most even tempered people I know so he’ll just putter around being his usual pleasant self.
I got 8 hours of sleep and am about to go on a hunting expedition to find breakfast. From what I can tell, it’ll be leftover Halloween Frankenberry and chips and salsa for me.
Happy New Year!