a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do

Now that the boys are getting older they don't need mom for every single little thing. They can pretty much get their own snacks and drinks. They can go to the bathroom, take showers, brush their teeth, pick up their rooms, turn on movies, tie their shoes (most of the time...) and entertain themselves without mom hovering full time. So, when the boys have a friend over I most often excuse myself to my bedroom to watch reruns of Friends and play Candy Crush on my phone while the boys rule the rest of the house. On the rare occasion that I do have to come out of my girly-den-of-comfort and brave the man zone spreading throughout the rest of the house, I do my best to keep my head down and move FAST! When I do see something I don't ask questions. This was one of those occasions. I left my warm bed during the boys' latest sleepover to get something to drink and had to step over the (pretend of course) slain bodies of little boys all over my kitchen floor. I have no idea what they were doing and honestly I don't want to know. I got my drink, stepped back over the bodies and shut myself back in my room. The next time I came out the boys were playing video games with no mention of what may or may not have been going on earlier in the evening. Hey, no bones were broken, no one had to go to the emergency room for stitches and the house was in tact the next morning. Anyone who has boys knows that THIS is the criteria for a successful sleep over and for mommy still having her sanity!