Mommy Memos: Birthdays
My oldest, Emma, turns 9 this weekend. Tonight is her birthday party…and she wanted a sleepover. I am not a huge fan of sleepovers. Kids stay up too late and get tired and cranky. I realize I sound like my mother right now. She always hated sleepovers too. The divorce remodel is still going on, so I rented a room at a hotel and we are going to go swimming, order pizza and stay the night there. I’ve decided I am a genius. I don’t mind the cost, especially if it means the house won’t get even more destroyed than it already is right now. Emma thinks I am the coolest mom in the world. She doesn’t have to know that the only reason I’m doing it is because I don’t want 6 nine year old girls in my house for the night. I know what I am in for this evening, just so you know, so if you see me tomorrow, and I am grouchy, don’t give me the “sleepover” lecture. It wasn’t my idea.