Slumber Party
Sorry for the delay in updating. I like to think myself above it, but sometimes I don't have anything to say. Other times I just don't feel like saying it. Anyway, life is good.
The girls are on a 2 week spring break and currently are hosting a 2 night slumber party. Yes, my brain was "checked right out" when I agreed to this loud demonstration of pre-pubescent chaos. I'm locked in Gordon's office for some much needed respite from squeals, giggles, yells, and messes. I am looking forward to seeing the tail lights of moms, who probably gathered at the local coffee shop the past 2 evenings chatting and chuckling at my folly and arrogance, departing this abode which formerly was peaceful and ordered. "Are you sure you're ok for 2 nights," they asked as they dropped their estrogen loaded offspring at my door. "Sure, it will be fun," I arrogantly replied. "Teehehe," they all giggled as they made plans for a night out with the other moms who were equally opportunistic with my stupidity.
I'd like to ask the moms of these girls some questions:
"How many glasses does young Betsy go through in an hour span at your house?"
"Is there a reason your child doesn't have manners?"
"Does Betsy yell for help at 1:00 every morning, and then giggle when the "help" arrives wide-eyed out-of-breath?"
And lastly, I'd like to make this request: "Next time, could you send extra rolls of toilet paper to offset Betsy's problematic over-usage."
The girls are on a 2 week spring break and currently are hosting a 2 night slumber party. Yes, my brain was "checked right out" when I agreed to this loud demonstration of pre-pubescent chaos. I'm locked in Gordon's office for some much needed respite from squeals, giggles, yells, and messes. I am looking forward to seeing the tail lights of moms, who probably gathered at the local coffee shop the past 2 evenings chatting and chuckling at my folly and arrogance, departing this abode which formerly was peaceful and ordered. "Are you sure you're ok for 2 nights," they asked as they dropped their estrogen loaded offspring at my door. "Sure, it will be fun," I arrogantly replied. "Teehehe," they all giggled as they made plans for a night out with the other moms who were equally opportunistic with my stupidity.
I'd like to ask the moms of these girls some questions:
"How many glasses does young Betsy go through in an hour span at your house?"
"Is there a reason your child doesn't have manners?"
"Does Betsy yell for help at 1:00 every morning, and then giggle when the "help" arrives wide-eyed out-of-breath?"
And lastly, I'd like to make this request: "Next time, could you send extra rolls of toilet paper to offset Betsy's problematic over-usage."
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posted by Valerie Dykstra @ 3/16/2006 09:35:00 PM
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