My bad kids came home from Dad's last night. They were sweet little angels, well behaved, not fighting and each doing their own thing. Until bed time. Being the horrible, terrible mother I am I insisted they sleep in their own beds with the tv off. Have you ever even heard of such cruelty?
After 85,000 trips to the bathroom, screaming at them to be quiet and consoling the girl after the boy punched her - he was going to sleep with her but they got in an argument - I declared early bedtimes all around tonight and put the girl in my bed. She felt "healed" and was quiet and her bro was totally pissed that his actions got her into my room while he was still trapped in his bed.
I don't know when they finally fell asleep, but I do know it was after 10pm when he snuck into my room to be with his sister and his dog. There wasn't much room for me when I decided to hit the sack, but at least everyone slept.