Friday Night Musings

It’s Friday night, and my  living quarters are full of screaming girls. Our house was the chosen location for a Dance Ensemble winter social. It’s late - the Christmas tree lights have already turned off via our timer, yet the screaming continues. Scotty and I are not good late night parents. We go to bed pretty early, so staying up to chaperone or wait for a kid to come home has always been rough on us. Scotty is sound asleep tonight, however. And I honestly could probably go to bed and the rest of the girls will all filter out of my house at some point without incident, but Scotty is asleep on my side of the bed, and Eva is asleep on the other. Her bedroom is too close to the action, so it makes the most sense to just leave her where she is. That means there’s nowhere for me to sleep, so I’m  on the living room couch typing this and listening to strange noises from downstairs. 

Here is what I have heard for the past few hours:

Random, collective sighs of “Awwwwwwww!”

Boy’s voices (there are two boys on the team, but I don’t know if they were both here)

Excessive giggling

“We’re talking” (I don’t know who made this revelation, or who they’re “talking” to. Next time I need to eavesdrop better)

“I love that smell!” (Referring to the balsam plugin I have in the basement)

“My brother is 6’2” (once again, I’ve failed at my eavesdropping responsibilities and I have no idea who has a tall brother)

Barking and growling (I suspect this was Maci)

Elf (I heard the movie playing, but I don’t think anyone actually watched it)

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At this point I fell asleep on the couch and dropped my phone on my face