I remember my first slumber party. I was in 3rd grade and one of my closest friends was having a slumber party. I was always kind of a weenie and I was scared to go and stay the night. My dad told me that if I committed to go I would have to stay and that if I came home I would be grounded. I lasted until 11pm, and then I called my mom. I ended up coming home, and I ended up being stuck in the house grounded on one of the nicest weekends of the year (and when I was a kid Seattle only had a couple).
So, when Lilly decided that she wanted to have a slumber party for her 9th birthday I was on board. And I am fully aware that I may end up driving a little girl home in the middle of the night, and that's ok. I remember how horrible that feeling was and I will gladly drag my butt out of bed to drive someone home....whatever the time may be.
As I write I'm sitting in the middle of 9 screaming little girls. They are just as I expected: giggly, loud, excited girls who are totally into getting their fingernails painted and having a facial. I've been told I'm crazy for having this many of them at my house at one time but I can stand one night...especially if it makes my daughter happy. Amongst the cheers and the air hockey challenges and chatter about how rude the girl in the movie is I keep hearing, "This is the BEST party I've ever been to!" And that makes it all worth it to me!
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