It’s like we’re back in college. Staying up all night doing stupid stuff and then dragging ourselves out of bed at 10:30 in the morning. Well, I’m dragging. Josh seems to do better on less sleep than I do. Of course, he naps and I don’t so I figure it all evens out. It was pretty much the same way in college. He could make it to chapel no matter how late we were up playing cards, whereas I barely made it to my 10:15 class.
And how are we living the college life with 4 kids? Well for starters, it’s almost midnight and Josh just came down from putting the kids to bed. Yes, the baby too. She took a 30 minute nap this morning and an hour nap this afternoon and was still cruising around at 11pm like it was no big deal. So when am I supposed to watch all my tv shows if the baby stays up until midnight? That’s why you’ll find us watching Roswell at 2 am (season one was great, season two, not so much) and eating cereal for breakfast at noon.
Last night especially felt like a college night since we put the baby to bed at 9 (no afternoon nap), put a movie on for the kids and went to the Marine House. The Marine House is where the Marines live (I know, rocket science, huh?), but on Wednesday nights (our “Friday”) they open it up to embassy people and the ground floor is a bar/hangout. Josh and I played pool, our friend was DJ-ing, some people were drinking a little, other were drinking a lot. It felt a lot like Thursday nights at Zelo’s or any of the other State Street bars that we used to frequent. Except that no girls were crying, there weren’t any fights, and everyone was well over 21.
The magic lasted until 11 when Calvin called to say that Camille had woken up and had no intention of going back to sleep (totally normal for her). Calvin reassured us that she was fine and was just hanging out watching a movie with the rest of them, so we didn’t have to rush home. Not wanting to press our luck, we headed home at midnight, put everyone to bed and then watched TV on Netflix for the next several hours.
Yep, just like college — except that now we don’t have to worry about the RA catching us hanging out together after midnight.