Me, at 12:30 a.m. Saturday Morning:
“All right. I am going to bed now. I don’t expect you all to go to sleep now as well, but please. PLEASE be quiet. If you wake me up, I am not going to be happy.”
Me, at 3:00 a.m.:
“Turn the stereo OFF and quiet down!”
Me, at 4:00 a.m.:
“It's four in the morning, now. HOW ABOUT PUTTING A SOCK IN IT, LADIES?”
And as if that weren't enough fun for one party…
In what universe is it okay to pick up one’s child at 11:05 a.m. from a sleepover birthday party that was scheduled to end at 10:30 a.m.? Two separate sets of parents, this was.
The only reason these people are still living is that I was too exhausted to stab them.