My hips were hurting

  Princess and some friends had a sleepover party where they sang karaoke, watched movies and played games in a church, where the dad of two other girls is the pastor. They sent out a call to parents to be chaperones for this overnight adventure.
  Should I have been surprised that I was the only adult willing to sleep there all night? I brought Turtle with me; he was about 7 months old, and we slept together on the hard floor in a sleeping bag. The experience taught me that I'm too old to do that. The girls were great and had a fun time, but it still ranks as one of my worst nights ever.
  The next night, in my own bed, I was extraordinarily gleeful to be comfortable. I suppose I'd expect that on the first night, but the feeling lasted a week, me being overwhelmed with gratitude that I wasn't on a hard floor with an inadequate pillow and too few blankets.
  Although I'm still under the delusion I won't do something like that again, I have a backup plan. I'll have to be one of those people who arrives at a camping trip, sleepover, etc., backs my car up and hauls an entire bed's worth of bedding and pillows out so that I can sleep peacefully. This probably rules out any future career as a cowboy, astronaut or submarine captain. I'm set in my ways when it comes to my king-size bed.