Little girls and Chocolate
Well Friday I survived the slumber party. All little girls show up happy, with bathing suits and cases of snackage. Both moms brought with their cherubs all the junk food from their houses. Probably to get rid of it. That maybe should have been a clue to me.
The girls had a ball swimming, messing up the house, eating smores, making everything wet, going on scavenger hunts, eating candy, playing dolls, eating popcorn, dressing and undressing a total of 10,084,769 times each, eating pizza, watching Blue's clue's, (Ok, that was really just me watching it, mostly alone, but Goober would sit by me when she got cold and keep my company. Bless her) Eating pop tarts, Petting cats, rabbits and the dog, Drinking soda (Decaffeinated, I mean, I am not stupid) giggling uncontrollably, and playing much Sonic, Finding Nemo and Mario on the game cube. And in between doing all that, they ate. Mostly junk. Large quantities of sugar and artificial flavors. It was a little girls every dream come true.
And they became very high. No would could sit still, no one could (would?) shut up, no one could stop laughing, yet EVERYONE flew. And even so, here is the miracle. No one fought. No one felt left out, no one whined, sniveled, cried, pouted or in any other way ticked me off. They used their manners, they used kind words, they behaved themselves.
That alone was amazing. Innit? And so bed time comes. They throw their bags around the living room floor, several couches and the chair. They take their positions and I set the sleep timer. I go lay down. Much giggling and laughing happens. Around 11:15 I begin to "warn" the kids it is bedtime. (these are kids young enough that some of them still takes naps. 11 PM was a treat and REALLY late for them to be up) Soon, 5 little girls are around my bed, one of them crying. She had wound a string around her finger and now it won't come off and is red and throbbing. Goobers says to me in a voice so sweet I wanted to kiss her face right off, "This is stuck and now there is no blood getting ANYWHERE in my body but here." I unwind it, "warn" them again, off they go.
15 mins later, 5 little girls are around my bed. All pointing at each other saying this one is doing this and so to her and she and blah blah blah blah. I now "warn" loudly. Off they go back to bed.
11:45 I hear scuffling of 10 little feet coming down the hall to my room to tattle. I no longer warn. I yelled loudly they if they stepped one foot in my room again I would bust their knee caps. now GO TO BED! Off they scurry with whispers of "See? I told you she was gonna be mad".
I last yelled at 12:15. Then 5 little girls went to sleep. Sweet peace. I follow their leads.
6 a.m. I hear the first whispers of little girls. I also hear the first crinkling of chocolate bars being unwrapped. This shouldn't take long I think to myself. I was right. 7:15 I awake to the door bell going off. What the....? I hear one girl open it and the rest are all outside, serenading her. As dogs.
"Bark bark bark...Bow wow wow....Aref arf arf arf arrrrrrf!!" In the house they come, laps around the couch while barking...into the family room, out the back door, around the pool, back inside and down the hall they come. All while barking out a song. At the top. of. their voices. One girl throws in a "MEOW" every now and again for good measure.
Into my room they come. I lay there as if asleep. They bark louder. Finally Punkin shuts them all up. "Arf? Arrrrrrf? Which was "mom? Mooooom?"
"what?"
"Arf arf arf arf arf arf arrf?"
"^%$(&#@)_ JUST ASK ME!!!" (I don't do mornings well.)
"can we go swimming?"
"Lord no! It is 7:45!"
"well can we have chips?"
I decide it is time to get up, these kids are going to destroy something if I don't. And quite possibly, it will be themselves.
"no! No more junk food. No more crap at all. You guys are going to have breakfast first and that is that"
Much cheering from the girls. "What are we going to have?"
"Cereal. I have Trix and frosted mini chex." I have what? What the hell is the difference? Why not just give them cake? I give them more sugar but with some miniscule amounts of their daily dose of vitamins and minerals. I feel better. Now they can eat whatever they want.
The girls continue playing nice and having a ball until 2:30 when the moms show up to take them home. My house is picked up, dried off and order in once more restored.
Ahhhhhh peace. Yet, the quiet seems really, really loud to me and although it has only been 20 mins of calm, I am kinda missing those little doggies all ready. Punkin comes up to me and hugs me and says, "That was so fun Mom, thanks a lot. Can we do that again? Sometime soon?"
"Oh yeah sugar, we sure can. We absolutely can."
Posted at 01:59 pm by Shalovee
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Shack
July 12, 2004 04:17 PM PDT
My very best 3D friend (Hi again R) took my son and they had a wonderful Shabbot over there. No tv, no movies, no puter, no computer games. Sound boring? I worried my boy would think so, but he had a BLAST with them.
This couple does not have children of their own, and my family basically broke them in. My kids are the only one's who have spent the night though, and only my son making it all night. My daughter freaked and had to come home before morning. The next day they went to go visit their Aunt and Uncle, who are old. I worried My boy wouldn't have fun. He LOVED it. Asked to go back with them next time. Go figure.
Now, do I have THE coolest boy EVER?? Yeah, I do. |
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Wonderin'
July 12, 2004 02:30 PM PDT
So what did your son do during all of this craziness? |
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