So my little Bindi turned nine and wanted to have a big party.
We live in the country, and I mean wwwaaayyy out in the country, so usually only one or two girls will show up for a party and it's so disappointing for her. Well this year we decided to have the party be a slumber party.
An Evening at the Spa Slumber Party, to be exact.
Well wouldn't you know that eight little girls came??? Including Bindi and Scout, my five year old, that makes ten little girls ranging in age from 5 to 11!!!!
Have I mentioned that I'm easily stressed out and have a touch of OCD? Oh, and my husband left to go to Georgia about 45 minutes into the party!
So the girls started off in the children's bedroom screaming and goofing around. Then I got them together to eat and watch Brave. Man those kids can eat!! They devoured 3 pizzas, 2 bags of chips, 2 sliced up cucumbers with ranch dressing, almost 2 entire bunches of grapes and 21 cupcakes!!!!
As they fished eating I took then three at a time to the next room to do their manicures. As I finished up the manicures they went back to watching the movie and once everyone's nails were done we lined up their pillows (my stepdaughter and her friend from dance team had arrived at this point to help me
). And had the girls lay down on their pillows as we went down the line applying their chocolate facials and some cucumber slices on their eyes. This went great, although after about a minute they were ready to wash it all off!!
They played and watched movies until 11 when I sent them to the girls' bedroom and got their sleeping bags laid out. They were awake until after midnight and two if them were still awake at 3am!! At least they would be so tired they'd sleep in.
Wrong!! They began trickling into the living room at 6:30... and we looked out the window to: a blanket of snow
Now, if you are from up north, this may not be a big deal to you, but here in the South snow is a panic inducing freak of nature. People down here don't know how to prepare for snow, don't know how to drive in snow, and basically have panic attacks when the meteorologists predict the slightest flurry. Of course, I never loose my cool in times like this
So, as the girls ate (erm, pigged out on) their breakfasts, I ran around gathering up pillows, sleeping bags, backpacks, and clothes and organizing everyone's things (cough...ocd). And sure enough, the pickups that were supposed to be at 11 began at 8:30. At 9 I had 4 girls plus mine; three of whom I had previously made arrangements to meet for at drop off point halfway into town and one who I took home. Have you ever driven 25 miles on snow packed, icy roads with 6 giggly little girls in your van (that doesn't have 4 wheel drive...)? I think I should be able to count that as my workout for the day because I know my heart rate was up there! The twenty minute drive took an hour, and more than once we got a group Hail Mary going in between rounds of "I Spy...something white!" But we made it!
Yes, we made it! I made it! I here... breathing... and still alive!! And gosh darn it, I think I deserved that mini bagel and cream cheese after that... don't you think??