Kids were annoying. Elli was velcroed to me for the entire evening, Ike was Ike, and Gwen played well. Party at dinner time, but no food for me (party food=pretzels, pizza, cake, soda), I'm cranky by 7, Ike massively shits pants at 7:30. Ended up dragging a screaming Ike out the door while trying desperately not to beat him while girls followed happily.
Home, need more food besides PB&J crackers, need to fall on face and die for the night. I'm pooped.