The house we're staying in at the beach is actually two separate three-bedroom apartments. We're sharing one apartment with our neighbors, the Rs. We pile all the kids (except Campbell) in one bedroom, and they have a big slumber party the whole time we're here. Turns out there's a lot more going on at night than the parents realize.
The first night we were here, at about midnight, Ella showed up in my room and woke me up to announce that she and L were awake and hungry. I told her that it was the middle of the night and that she and L needed to go back to bed.
Instead, the went into the kitchen and made themselves snacks of cereal and milk.
When I asked Ella about it the next morning, she said that I had told her it was OK to get up and get a snack. I replied that I had told her no such thing, and she said, "Oh. I guess I forgot what you said." She and L claim that they stayed awake until 2:00 am.
R, L's dad, said that he heard odd noises at 3:00 am and went into the kitchen to find Ella and M, L's little sister, sitting at the table drawing pictures. They apparently thought it was morning, just a very dark morning. He shooed them back to bed.
We've warned the kids that anymore middle-of-the-night shenanigans will result in their having to sleep in the same room as their parents. Gasp!
Fortunately, all the kids were so tired last night that they conked out and stayed asleep - all of them except Campbell, that is. But that's a complaint for a different post.