It's eleven o'clock at night. My husband is quizzing the nine-year-old on itunes. She has a wealth of musical knowledge - latest answer Siouxsie and the Banshees. I am giving the five-year-old piggy backs through the living room and she dancing on the arm of the couch. The product of after dinner s'mores, warm weather and the promise of spring. Tomorrow we will sleep in ... late. A child that sleeps to noon is nearly as valuable as one who goes to bed at 7:00 pm. We only live one life.
Tomorrow Frugal Friday, or if you prefer Spartan Saturday.
But for now g'night.
