When life hands you lemons .. part 1

"When life hands you lemons... stick them down your shirt to make your boobs look bigger." ... errr, something like that.

So none of these stories are actually 'lemons' but I think the 'lemonade' is y'all getting to laugh at my expense. 

I had to work Saturday morning, but we went to Greenville in the evening for dinner and catching up with some wonderful friends. We stayed with Blair and Brett (and Blair's parents were in town for a wedding). Dinner was at Kylie and Justin's. The boys all went out to dinner and downtown, and left the girls to hang. Kylie did make your own pizza, which was SUCH a good idea for a group of people. Small crusts, tons of toppings, everyone leaves happy and crazy full. After Olivia ate her body weight in baby cheetos, she took a fist full of toppings off of my pizza and shoved them in her mouth. Girl really knows the best part of pizza!

We had a wonderful time and I could go on and on, but that's not the point in this post.

We put Olivia down in her pack and play in a room at Kylie's, and at 1 am I woke her up to transfer her to Blair's house.  She cried because she was sleeping so well. I told her that  sometimes I cry when she wakes up at 5 am and I am sleeping so well.

In the process of saying goodbye, heading back, setting up the pack and play at Blair's, Olivia was wide awake. She had had about 5 hours of sleep and was ready to party. 

We tried doing her whole bed time routine, but the minute I put her down, she started screaming.

This wouldn't have been much of a problem if we weren't sharing a wall with Blair's parents. They had gone to bed around 11 and it was 2 am. I knew all she needed was to scream for a few minutes to tire herself out and she would settle fine in her pack and play. But I wasn't going to put Blair's parents through it. 

I brought Olivia into our bed and she immediately started banging the headboard against the wall, which sounded super appropriate for house guests. 

We decided we had to head home. At 2:45am. Woof.

So, to avoid waking Blair's parents up, we headed out, and proceeded to set off the alarm waking the entire house up, and dispatching the police. 

Worst. Guests. Ever.

We got back to Charlotte around 4:45 am and got almost a solid three hours of sleep before Olivia was up for the day.