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I once believed a college dorm might be the loudest place I would ever try to sleep. Then I had children. And after having three, almost all at once, I didn’t sleep in my own home for about five years. But now my two youngest are age four and I am entering “the platinum years of parenting.” Aka the post-breastfeeding/pre-driving ages of 5 -10 years old, where as a mom I get to redefine myself – as a power sleeper. Perhaps even while on the occasional weekend away from home where the best sleep can happen, now that my babies are old enough to be trusted with a Grandparent (alongside a constant rotation of babysitters I pay double over a weekend to really watch them).
So how thrilled was I to get an invite to a 40th birthday with 8 other couples, sans their kids and mine, in a pretty city none of us live in to stay in a rented McMansion. Ah, to dream of three long days of eating more than just what is left on the kitchen counter. And the chance to sleep past 6:45am.
