Saturday night Sean had a Cabin 3 gig at Davidson Brothers. Normally I would have taken the girls to the 6pm performance, which makes for a great dinner out and a chance to rush the stage. They love hearing him play and he loves having them in the audience, but we’d spent more than 3 hours at a tubing place in less than perfect weather, so the prudent thing to do seemed to be to call it a day. There was absolutely no fight at bedtime, so the kisses I planted on their foreheads happened after they’d already slipped off to dreamland. I padded downstairs to write a post about a bedtime that didn’t go as smoothly. Writing about these moments that don’t fit…