And just like that, 20 years flew by. Our high school reunion snuck up like a pimple on prom night. A wonderful weekend with old friends who look young-as-ever included a “Girls’ Night” on Friday and a couples’ celebration the following evening.
Friday night went off with a bang and almost instantly the years between us dissolved as the decibel level skyrocketed. Trying not to be the control freak that I am, I rode with a friend who doesn’t necessarily share in my thought that anyone 20-years out of high school should not be out past midnight. So my sound judgement gave way to her possession of the keys and we rolled in at 2am.
Saturday night was the highlight of the weekend and Unnamed Husband (who also graduated in the same class) and I were both excited. Not wanting to repeat the mischief of the night before, I vowed that I would not be over-served or home past midnight. Apparently my commitment was quickly drowned by drinks, 80s music and a homecoming-esque photo backdrop.
After tearing up the dance floor and my feet (in four-inch heels), we arrive safely at home a little after 1am. I walk my sitter to the car and get a brief recap on the kids while Unnamed Husband checks on them in their rooms. Moments later he comes out of Edwin’s room laughing at how he was sleeping. I go into to see and he is upside down with his head hanging of the foot of the bed. Unnamed Husband adjusts him just as Claire - sleeping in the trundle below – wakes up. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, she begins to tell us that Edwin lost a tooth.
What?!, I ask wondering why my sitter failed to mention this.
Yep, it’s under his pillow. she says.
Just then, Edwin lifts his head and in a drunken smile shows the gaping hole from losing his second bottom tooth. We settle them both back into bed and panic sets in wondering how the tooth fairy is going to pull this off on such short notice.
Once I confirm that the fairy was equipped with cash, I make a plate of nachos that could not have tasted nearly as good in daylight hours. Convinced that slumbering was now in full effect, I creep into the room to make the transaction. Navigating the trundle and an additional child proves to be as difficult as maintaining my balance while containing my giggles. Minutes later, success ensues and I greet my bed with open arms (and limp legs.)
I wake to chaos just a few short hour later. After about 10 minutes, I realize that the clanging in my head is actually Hungy Hungry Hippos and I threaten Unnamed Husband with my wrath. This goes on for hours and finally I concede that nothing productive will take place on this gloomy Sunday.
Mid-afternoon I sneak in my first nap in years. While fabulous, it was way too brief as I had to peel myself up for a birthday party. I wash my face and get dressed as Unnamed Husband showers also preparing for the birthday party torture.
Claire comes into the bathroom with her disheveled hair and lavender unicorn pajamas that only a grandmother would buy. She proceeds to tell us that our neighbors came over to drop something off.
Did you open the door?, I ask.
Yes, Me and Edwin (who is also still in his pjs!) both did.
Did they ask for us?, I ask cringing.
Yes, I told them y’all were in the bathroom.
A tad horrified, I remind myself that it’s a once-in-20-years experience.
See ya in 2021!