The Sister Sleepover

Today is Sunday, and that means a couple of things to me. First of all, it means lazy, football, and homework. It also means the last moments to salvage before having to go back to school. Lastly, though, and most importantly, it means that my sister gets to come home and sleep over! My sister has an apartment in the city, but she works in the suburbs. So, every Sunday evening, she comes over for dinner, and she sleeps over, so her commute to work is much easier in the morning. This is really nice for my family and I, because we don't see her anytime during the rest of the week, and it's nice to spend time with her. I am the third and last child in my family, and am truly the baby, being separated by 7 years from my sister, and 11 years by my brother. I have been an "only child" for a while now, and because of this, I don't even think about the fact that my siblings aren't in the house. When my sister comes home, though, on Sunday nights, I then realize how much I miss having her around, and it is a nice way to rekindle the past, if you will, and have more people in the house, like it was 8 or 9 years ago. Sunday evenings are a nice privilege for me, and I really enjoy them, because I enjoy having my sister around. She is really funny, and always has funny stories to tell about work, and although I have to share the dog with her, I am still very excited when she comes over for her Sunday night sleepover.