There is a special hell for parents called "sleepover" that involves depriving said parents of needed sleep, waking them up six hours later with percussion instruments and video games, and running around hyped up on sugar, while staying just at the cusp of what's termed an "indoor voice." The dog is happy. One of the mice won't come out.
UPDATE: Now the girls are torturing me with Guitar Hero World Tour renditions of "Eye of the Tiger" (ref. PE teacher Carol's favorite song, a symbol of her attempt to apply evolutionary principles to the elementary school classroom). I'm a quiet person. My nerves are feeling frazzled. The boys have found how good my husband's speakers sound for starwars.com.