Sleepover

Well, I'm now recovering from my daughter's first sleepover.

I mentioned the idea to my sister while we were on vacation together two weeks ago, and she told me she was going out of town again this past weekend. It would be a perfect time to have a sleepover with my niece and nephew.

We picked them up from their grandparents' house at 2pm on Saturday. They were excited to spend the night with us. (My niece is 7 and my nephew is 5, BTW.) DD was super-excited. She was bugging us all week about it, wondering how many more days it was and stuff.

First, we went home and the kids played for awhile. I cleaned out the baby pool and set it up for them to play in, but they weren't out there very long. I think that the girls were not allowing the boy to play with them or something. It was hot and I didn't stay outside very long, either.

We took the kids to Pizza Hut for supper. They pigged out on cheese pizza and breadsticks. I overate and ended up feeling ill the rest of the night. When we got home again, they played for a little while and then we watched the movie "Shark Tales." After that, it was bedtime--at 8:30. They finally settled down around 9:30.

On Sunday, I have no idea when they woke up. I heard shrieking around 7:30, but rolled over and tried to doze off--alas, that didn't work. I got up at 8:30 and fixed them toast with peanut butter. We watched cartoons. I thought my sister was coming to pick them up at 10, but she called to say they hadn't left yet to come home--but they'd be home around 3pm. At 3, she called to say they were still two hours away. I took them out to eat at McDonald's for lunch, and was going to go to the park, but it was raining. We went home and watched "Shrek 2" and more cartoons. They played together, also. My sister finally showed up at 5:45 and took them home. I kind of hurried her out the door. The kids acted well, but I was just anxious to relax. I can't relax when I'm expecting someone to show up at any time.

I was also still feeling ill from overeating. Strangely though, after they left, and DH and I ate supper, I was wide awake. I went to bed around midnight, but read for awhile. I never did fall into a true sleep. I woke up at 2, at 3, at 4, and at 5. Ugh. I'm sure I'll be tired this evening.

DD said it was the best sleepover ever.

DH and I agreed that we wouldn't be doing it for awhile.

I decided I'm glad to have only one child. Two children tend to get each other in trouble. My niece scraped her elbow; my nephew got a splinter in his finger that DH took out; and DD had a huge scratch on her leg. *shrugs* It's not a party unless someone gets hurt, right? :)