Two Times the Trouble

Would that I could hear myself think, I might be able to write something intelligent tonight. But I'm afraid it's not going to happen. Four hours into KC's sleepover from hell, the girls show no signs of being exhausted, while I am ready to take a dozen advils, crawl into bed and say good-bye to the conscious world.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked them earlier, watching as they shared the same evil look before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

Their answer was disappointing to say the least.

"We're staying up all night."

(We'll just have to see about that ...)