It’s our second successful sleepover in as many months and I’m feeling like a pro.
We learned our lessons from what we’ll call “our earlier experiment” and outline a plan for the night. Chaz and another dad will start with dinner and a Cyclones ice hockey game with the boys while I birthday up the house for the everyone's return. There’s snacks for movies, bagels for the morning and extra pillows and blankets stacked in a pile in the basement playroom.
Before the self-congratulations begin, I turn to Chaz and ask, “Is tonight the end of daylight savings?”
Mental forehead slap. Poor planning or random act of kindness?