why are they called sleepovers

when you know you're not going to get any sleep?? jack has been begging for a sleepover lately, so gwen came over last night, a little apprehensive but also excited. i was pumped! i thought this would be a great way to hang out with sunny while the kids were entertaining each other, and eventually they would just wear themselves out and CRASH. well, that shows you how much i know. they were excited for bedtime...we blew up the air mattress, brushed teeth, got all tucked in, said our prayers, turned on the music and as i shut the door behind me, i breathed my usual sigh of relief, knowing the night was now mine. hmf. when they first came out of his room, it was cute. they were scared of shadows and i tucked them back in. by the 4th time, i was getting the clue that the night might not go as planned. and then gwen started crying that she wanted to go home. panick mode! now, i could have done as sunny directed and called her to come get gwen, but i believed in my skills as a "sleep genie" and refused to give up on our FUN sleepover! so, i ended up laying in jack's bed next to them while we all watched the incredibles. jack fell asleep pretty quickly, but gwen kept asking me questions. i know what she was doing. i used to do that to my friends...keep them talking so i wouldn't be the last one awake. but around 10 she gave up and fell asleep. until 3, that is, when jack woke up b/c he was cold and gwen was a little p.o.ed @ me for not taking her home. thankfully they went back to sleep until 6:30, when jack cheerfully woke up and started asking gwen a gazillion questions, to which she could only reply in grunts. my favorite part of the sleepover was introducing gwen to poptarts (sunny is a very healthy momma!)-she wanted me to teach her mom how to "make" them. :)