Hope: Mommy, can we sleep with you tonight since Daddy's at Oma's house?

Me: No.

Hope: Pllllllllease?

Me: No amount of begging and batting your eyelashes is going to...oh fine, go get your stuff.

Hope: Oh-live-lee-uh too?

Me: Yes, of course Olivia can come too. How about we just invite Kaleb, Hannah and the neighbors?

Hope: *You're-so-retarded-mommy look on her face.* Our neighbors not wanna sleep over!

Twenty minutes later: I'm wondering what on earth I was thinking. Oh, that's right! I hate sleeping by myself and have not yet accepted Hope and Olivia are no longer infants that might need their mama during the night.

An hour later: They are asleep! FINALLY! Praise Jesus! They are snoring and Hope is spooning Olivia in the middle of my bed. That's right, Hope is spooning Olivia. Its a California king and my 7- and 5-year-old daughters have taken up all but 2 inches of it.

Two hours later: Olivia is now spooning Hope on my side of the bed. Either Puff the Magic Dragon has moved into my downstairs living room/bedroom/office/storage facility and is deeply exhaling in preparation for blowing a large plume of fire out his nostrils, or Olivia's snoring needs medical attention.