So last night Spencer and I went to a 30th birthday party complete with a party bus. It was pretty epic and full of college throwbacks. Flip cup, cheesy too loud pop music (who am I kidding this is not throwback I knew all the words to all the songs . . .), bad western line dancing, fake bull riding, multiple party bus dances to the "baggy sweatpants and the reeboks with the straps" song oh and also a bunch of mom's (mostly of babies under 1) trying their best to not wear mom jeans and stay up past 9:30 pm. We made it to 1 am before begging to go home.
We were going to go to church this morning, but then our neighbors decided to leave their dog chained up outside all night long while they were gone (either that or they were stoned or deaf). We got home at 2 am from our epic party and the dog literally whined and cried until past 6 am. At which point Spencer finally called the cops. I don't think they actually came out but at that point we hadn't slept and we were so frustrated we didn't know what else to do.
So now we're drinking coffee and Spencer's making cinnamon rolls and I'm reading about hiring a nanny and we're trying to not be too frustrated that our one night without Noah waking us up early (he's partying it up in Stillwater) was actually way worse than any 6:30 am wake up call he's given us in the past 5 months.
While I was reading, I found this little gem on the nannies4hire.com website and it made me think of you Shannon :).
Now if only I could remember this on a daily basis.
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