Dillon, Ed, and Drake did sleep over here on Saturday and Sunday nights (though they went home Sunday).
Saturday was a planned night for the kids to have a small group of friends over. Ed and Drake get along well with Connor and Curtis, so there was no problem there. All of us (all my kids and a guest for everyone) squeezed into the theater and we watched Avengers: Infinity War, plus some cartoons and stuff. We started with fajita nachos for dinner, then had popcorn, candy, and soda. It was a fun evening.
Dillon and I did sleep together Saturday night, but that's as far as it went.
Sunday was a pretty quiet day with everyone catching up. We didn't have a lot of guests over, and we didn't do anything big. We probably had close to as many people as normal, but it was all smaller groups, and it just seemed quieter.
Dillon brought the boys back over Sunday evening, which ended up not being a good thing for them.
Monday was Labor Day, so Sunday wasn't a school night, but I made it very clear to the boys that that wasn't a license to stay up very late. Dillon was right there, so I was able to double check that I was very clear about the rules. Despite that, when it came time to start getting ready for bed, I still gave them another, very specific, warning when they started ignoring me and offering passive resistance.
Long story short, since I'm sure you see exactly where this is going, and nothing they did was particularly funny or unique, they all ended up getting a taste of the Tailblazer. I managed to get Ed and Curtis both over my lap together, and I gave them both a good dose. Since Drake is the oldest by more than just a bit, and because he's spent a lot of time over here, I let Connor go next. Drake was NOT happy about that. Now, these weren't barnburners, but the boys had had second chances and ignored them, so I'm sure their little rear ends were stinging and aching before I finished. I know they were all having good, hard cries before they got up.
Dillon actually watched. He wasn't happy about it, but he was paying attention, and he actually asked some questions later. From what he was saying, while it's still hard on him to be strict, I think he realizes that it does help the boys when he has clear, consistent standards, and when he enforces them.
After they finished crying, we got everyone cleaned up and bedtime went much more easily.
While Barrett didn't join us, Dillon and I stayed up with some of my older boys for a while, and he and I took the time just to talk about stuff - comics and movies and how his job is going.
When we retired to my bedroom, I jokingly chastised him about being a naughty daddy and making me do all the spanking. I undressed him, then put him over my lap for a playful spanking. Both of us were hard after that, and we slept together again, but this time we definitely did more than sleep.