Party Girl

Friday night, I went to a girl friend's fun birthday dinner, and made it home a little before midnight. I heard noise upstairs and went up to say hi to Michael, only it wasn't Michael bumping into walls--it was ALEX, who informed me she had just gotten home herself. She's 9.

Daddy was in charge so this is how the night went down--A guy buddy of Michael's came over with his son and they all had pizza (still on my counter) and surely did things involving electronics and blowing things up (all over the house). Alex went to a friend's house, whose parents were gone for the evening. And the older sister babysitter must not have objected too much to my daughter moving in with them. Michael certainly wasn't in a hurry to get her home, and fell for the "Let me stay out 'til 11:30" phone pleas. When the parents finally got home, they surely wondered what the h--- and brought her home (thanks, guys! sorry!). When I got home, I brought the lawn art (scooters, balls, etc.) in, but left the kitchen in war zone mode.

The old me would be writing this in fury. The new me is just glad everyone's alive and I got to go out and cut no one's food but my own. Fun times :).