JoAnna and I make the mistake of allowing Andy to sleep with us. Consequently, I experience a restless night. I take care of Eddie's 5 a.m. feeding, allowing him to fall back asleep on my chest before returning him -- and myself -- to bed. Around 8 o'clock I stretch my arm and discover that I'm alone in bed. I then sleep peacefully for two hours.
Until our guests arrive, it's chore time: cleaning the house, doing laundry. I walk to Sentry to buy the ingredients for an appetizer. It's a cold, blustery day, and my face is nearly frozen when I return. Chuck and Barb, Larry and Martha join us for dinner, a very relaxing, cozy evening. The one low point: my sister's contribution to the conversation about nicknames. Am I being overly sensitive or are certain embarrassing family-related flashes from the past truly inappropriate?
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