Whew! What an evening. I always put the kids to bed by myself on Thursday's because Ray has Worship team practice. Tonight was one of those nights that when Ray was walking out the door at 7 I am sure he was thinking "Glad it's her and not me!"
Calvin couldn't decide if he was ready to play, sleep, or just cry. Charlie was running around the house leaving his clothing here and there, becoming ever more naked.
Teeth were not brushed, diapers were yet to be changed, jammies were no where to be found.
It is now 8, and not a peep can be heard from either of my sleeping angels. Ah! I feel Super!