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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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APRIL 17, 2010 2:13AM

Sleepover #2. Friday Apr 16, 2010

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Tonight my son has got a guest.  The thrill
Of pillow fights, and jumping on the bed
(While I kept checking in to see them still
In one piece, no one injured, sick, or dead)
Was very nearly more than he could take.
The two of them bring such a bouyant feeling
To all of the impromptu games they make,
Like bouncing their tortillas off the ceiling.
(I told them please to stop).  My daughter tried
To join the fun, which wasn't well thought-out.
I had to put the brakes on when she cried --
They'd gotten in her room, were taking out
Some treasured thing or two, and started hitting.
Or something like that. I'm not really sure.
But later on I had to stop them spitting.
Their joy was nearly too much to endure.
Now they're asleep.  The quiet has me giddy.
But meanwhile, the apartment isn't pretty.

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And don't they take the the visages of angels...when they all finally go to sleep? Been right where you were...but treasured items from her room were panties. sigh.
Ah, sleepovers. I didn't have tortillas on the ceiling, at least. But they were sleepless nights for me.
"Their joy was nearly too much to endure"
Been there - done that. In my case, only have the girls there wasn't that boy/girl thing going on. Not that it meant it was quieter or cleaner by any means.
Bard. Did you actually say PLEASE stop? Come on!