I can see clearly now, the rain is gone

I know that my last post was a bit depressing. Sorry about that. I shouldn't blog right smack in the midst of financial demise. Things are better. Long story, but we liquidated some assets, put in a call to a father and had a stroke of luck with an a/c repairman and all is ok, well, not ok, but livable.

Luke is having a sleepover tonight. His little friend is also an "only" child - I say that because a 28 week old fetus does not yet make Luke less of an only child at home. I thought it would be great for Luke to have a buddy to hang out with for the night (read: not leach onto mommy ALL night for all of his entertainment needs). So I set up the sleepver with another only child from his football team.

So what happens when an only boy child who loves his mommy has another only boy child over to sleep who loves his mommy? Well, you get TWO 8 year old boys following your every move, demanding every second of your attention and needing you to entertain them. They want to watch TV with me even if it's "What Not to Wear" - the Mayim Balik episode no less that I've been dying to see since I was a HUGE Blossom fan. (Speaking of which, when the hell will Blossom reruns ever start?)

On top of that, they are VERY different children. Luke gets his fill of TV, he really does. I've failed at not allowing the TV to babysit my kid on occasion. However, he LOVES to be active also. He plays basketball, swims, plays games - he does...well...stuff. If you give Luke the choice between playing Monopoly or watching the newest Disney Pixar movie in 3D, he will ALWAYS choose the board game or other activity other than TV or movies.

This boy on the other hand doesn't want to do ANYTHING other than watch TV. Hours upon HOURS of TV. He wants constant food supply (he's a bit portly) and a TV.

So I'm sitting here typing this to try and stay awake a bit longer since I guess that being the mom of the sleepover, I should technically stay awake until they go to sleep? Not too sure on that one, but I feel like I should at least.

And I feel bad for Luke. He keeps asking the kid to do stuff and all the kid wants to do is lay on my living room floor, stare at the TV and stuff Cheez Its down his throat. Oh and stick his dirty feet all over my furniture. We aren't snooty "no feet on the table" type folk - but if the bottoms of your socks are BLACK because your mother keeps a dirty house, then I'd prefer if you don't put your feet on my television screen when this is the first time that you are at my house...or ever for that matter.

So I'm trying to think of fun google searches to keep me occupied. I am so tired. I hope his parents come for him early. He's already put in his breakfast order. Ugh.