I attended a sleepover last Friday night. Emily was here this weekend for 2 wedding showers. (The nice and the naughty.) She came in Friday night and all us b-maids stayed over at Bennett's old school style. It's funny...even just 2 years out of college, staying up late and giggling into the night doesn't play out as well the next day as back in the day. I slept maybe an hour. I don't know. I was monkey in the middle in Bennett's king-sized bed. Burning up. (That is nothing new. It takes 2 fans and light blanket and a thermostat on 66 to help me sleep well.) Anyway, take an hour of sleep, add 2 wedding showers, then a time change and stir it all around. Then you get me. Seizure girl who needs at least 9 if not 10 hours of sleep walking around not speaking in clear sentences. Sunday night I slept about 9.5 hours. I woke up a lot so those hours were interrupted. Last night, I slept 11 hours. I'm still struggling today. Eek!
So, I guess I should've had more sleepovers as a kid to build up my immunity. Too bad.