Party All the Time

Some would call me a glutton for punishment. Others would say I thrive on chaos. Both, I guess, are accurate. After Katie's sleepover party last year, I hastily vowed to not go through that again. A year later and what do I do? Agree to another sleepover and, for the heck of it, double the numbers.

The onslought began Friday evening. Several of the girls rode the late bus home with mine and for the next sixteen hours the house was in complete disarray. All of the party guests arrived by seven. Presents were opened, sleeping bags were spread out, and snacks were devoured. Everyone changed into their swimsuits, and the gang headed down to the neighborhood pool. I had no idea twelve girls could make so much noise. My ears were ringing when we left an hour and half later.

More food was eaten, games were played, drama ensued, tears dried, "Happy Birthday" was sung, candles blown out, kareoke was played, movies were watched, more drama ensued, and finally, around two a.m. all were asleep.

I hoped they would sleep in the morning at least until seven, but madness resumed at six. They were dressed and outside by quarter to seven playing capture the flag. The morning was capped off when Larry came in with a butterscotch kitten.

All the girls were gone by ten. I told the parents that their daughters probably wouldn't make it through the day without a nap, but if they did, chances are they'd be pretty cranky.

As much as I want to swear off any more sleepvers, I know there are many more in my future. The twins have already said they want to have one in a couple of months. Give me strength.