Sleepover take two

John and I both had plans last night, so we took the opportunity to have Alex do another practice sleepover at Grandma Bab's.  Not that he needs more practice, he's already a pro at sleeping away from home.  But it seemed like a good idea anyway.

Remembering that I wasn't even remotely missed last time, I made an effort to have a great child-free evening.  I got together with about seven other women from my mom's group and we had a game night (where I discovered my mad Pictionary skillz) and out for brinner at a coffee shop.  I was out on the town until the wee hours of... ok, so I got home at quarter to eleven, but for me, anything past nine is living on the wild side.  I came home even later than John who'd gone to a hockey game with some friends. We then engaged in such adult activities as shopping online for a new mobile phone, leaving the baby gate OPEN to the basement stairs and talking above a whisper until well past midnight.  Of course there was the morning nookie, which has been extinct in our house since Alex moved in.  Delightful.  Simply delightful.

While we both enjoyed our evening of adult-only activities, when my mom called at 7:30 saying that Alex was ready to come home, that in fact, he actually was ASKING to come home, I yelled to John "ALEX IS ON HIS WAY!!!  AND HE MISSES US!"  and we both paced the living room looking out the windows waiting for my mom's car to pull up.  When we finally saw the car, we opened the front door with big expectant smiles on our faces.  Alex came around the car, took one look at us, yelled "NO!!!" and ran down the street. We  had to bribe him inside with gummy vitamins. The little turd.