Friday nights @ my house

No introspection here (is that a collective sigh of relief I hear?).  It's Friday night.  And no one is whining.  What???  Are you sure you are at your house???  With your children???  Are you on something???

It's a little trick I learned from my friend Liz on Halloween.  It was our first time doing anything for Halloween, so on top of taking part in the devil's holiday, I was pretty stressed out about my children having access to large quantities of sugar.  Then she said something that made my stomach clench up and my heart start to palpitate.  She said, Oh just let them sit down and eat as much as they want, it's only one day a year!  Now granted, there has been more than one occasion to behave in such a heathen manner since... However, no one has been irreversibly damaged, not even me (Allen is a different story, he almost went into a diabetic coma due to Halloween over-indulgence).

So it's Friday night.  I'm wiped out.  The house is a mess (that's not so different from any other night).  And the kids are drinking all the juice and eating all the pizza they want.  And everybody is HAPPY and RELAXED.  Even me.