The boys were up until 1, I was up until 2. The kids had heard that there MIGHT be snow...so one of the little monsters set his cell phone alarm for 6:30 AM. That's right. 6:30. Sure enough, there was snow. Just enough for 5 determined boys to have a snowball fight. Guess who the first victim was... Me, the innocent photographer!
While they were having fun (4 of them wearing MY gloves) I went inside, made hot chocolate and waited for them to destroy every patch of snow they could find. There wasn't much on the ground...mostly on cars, bushes, our grill... But it was enough. Around 10:30 the moms started coming around to get the kids. Except for 1. It is now 2:30 and I still have one.
WTF? Both parents have called and talked to the child. Neither has talked to me. So I have no idea what their intentions are! Are they coming? Or am I going to have him another night?
Not to sound pitiful, but I am tired. I still don't have ALL of my energy back. I had planned on watching the SEC championship and sleeping all afternoon. But Evan is still having a good time, so I hate to call and ruin his fun.
Oh, and have I mentioned that Mike has gone to a friends house to watch the game? And was in bed last night around 8? Did I mention that shit?
Edited @ 2:48 PM - His mom just called - she's on her way. Dad was supposed to pick him up earlier, and didn't. She just got off work. Great.
Updated on Monday. After I had time to recover. Get this. I had one mom that called her son on his cell phone, had him gather his stuff and meet her by the street. Couldn't even come to the door for him. How rude is that??? I know my driveway is a bitch, but come on.
Next time we do this, I will make it very clear from the beginning. Kids to be picked up by 11. Good grief.