Last night Tia-Bobia had a slumber party with all her friends. I guess I’ve forgotten how loud a houseful of giggling-chatting-girls can be. Horror movies, chips and blankets strewn about the living room, piles of candy wrappers on the floor around air mattresses and slippers that had been used as missiles. I’d forgotten how stressful it could be – was I ever that loud? Did I ever have such ridiculous screeching fits of laughter over prank phone calls and talking about boys? I threatened once to dose unruly children with Benedryl, but no one took me serious.
I had to self-medicate with some rum and hide in my room! I started reading Angels and Demons, by Dan Brown in an attempt to block out the noise. I was still reading at 3:30 am and just barely outlasted the girls, and of course the moment I woke up this morning and staggered out to the kitchen for a cup of coffee – someone blasted Green Day out the speakers of the stereo system and rattled my teeth. I did the only thing left – I ran back to my room and hid under the covers with my coffee to finish ready the book.
Later, as it calmed down and kids went home – I snuck out to take a shower and discovered Tristy had beat me to it. When she emerged there was a plethora of toys on the bathroom floor so I couldn’t open the door all the way. Squeezing through the opening I was met with a soggy pink parasol and get this… plastic gladiator armor.
“Tristy, you need to clean up the bathroom so people can take a shower.”
She emerged from a pile of blankets on the living room floor in a soggy swimsuit.
“You showered in your swimsuit AND a gladiator costume?” I asked.
“And my umbrella.” She said defensively.
“Why your umbrella? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of a shower?”
“Well,” she said with her hands on her hips – hair still dripping on the carpet “I need to protect myself until the water is the right temperature – DUH!”
God! How could I have forgotten how being around kids can constantly surprise?
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