Friday night. The start to the weekend. Traditionally a big night out. The boys finally have plans of their own. Each one. Individually. Demi and I could actually do whatever we wanted. What a novel thought.
So the eldest son had his usual sleepover down the street. They went to a movie. Then the back to our neighbors house for poker, XBOX, and mingling with the older sister and friends. The younger son has a birthday party, sleepover. Both. Gone for the night.
Demi and I could go out to eat. In Boston, if we wanted to. We could stay out late. We could hit the night clubs. And.....we chose to watch TV and fall asleep early. Sometimes, it really is the little things.
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