It’s Saturday night as I’m writing this. Hopefully on Sunday morning, as you’re actually reading this, I will still be coherent. No promises though, as Helena is having a friend spend the night.
Zoe’s all “been there, done that, can’t wait to do it again” with sleepovers, having done them for years now. Helena has spent the night at friends’ houses before, but this is her first sleepover at home, not counting the one a couple of years ago with both of her cousins. At that one, all three girls ran around our house for hours and hours and hours and ultimately refused to go to sleep until 2:00 a.m., only to wake up at 4:00 a.m., bright eyed and bushy tailed like little baby chipmunks on crack. At one point, Nate threatened to ship them all to Tanzania if they didn’t quit it already. Zoe offered to drive them to the airport on her bike.
Needless to say, Helena has been so excited, bouncing off the walls all day, asking me every twenty minutes exactly how much time remained before her friend arrived and life would be worth living again. I didn’t mind the first 15 times or so, but when she started to ask that same question in thirty second intervals, I threatened to duct tape the clock to her face. She preferred to drag a chair and sit in front of it. Smart girl.
I’ll put Helena and her friend to bed around 10:30 p.m., and they’ll probably laugh and giggle and get up for blanket straightening and drinks and potty breaks approximately 482 times and then hopefully fall asleep around midnight. They can wake up Sunday morning whenever they want, but they’re under strict orders not to leave Helena’s bedroom until at least 7:00 a.m., at which time pancakes and donuts will be served with a smile and the one-way tickets to Tanzania will be put away for safe keeping. After I yank them from Nate’s death grip.
Right now, however, I’m going to sneak into the kitchen to quietly gobble up all but two Wegman’s Valentine’s Day cookies and then I’m going to call the girls down to show them the two Valentine’s Day cookies we bought especially for them because what they don’t know, won’t hurt them.
I have to say, I absolutely LOVE the sound of their laughter echoing through our house right now. Gives me warm fuzzies.
Since I mentioned Helena’s cousins above, I’ll leave you with a post I did about the communion gift we gave one of them last year. It’s still one of my favorite crafty moments to date: Burst of Creativity
Off to scarf down a cookie. Or ten.