Last Friday night Samantha and Sofia each had a friend stay over at our house. I opted for more kids to prevent fighting over just one friend. It was the first sleepover for all the girls, though both have been here to play multiple times. I was cautiously optimistic and hopeful for little drama. Daddy was in bed struggling with bronchitis, so I was effectively on my own.
I left work (it was a long week), picked up all four girls and we headed home. The older girls ran to Samantha's room for privacy. The younger ones ran to the living room to immediately play. I stood there wondering what to do with myself. I don't want to hover, but I don't dare relax. Yet I needed to "project" casual and be the cool mom. I had to feed them too.
Sofia is usually tired Friday nights and she struggled a bit. Sofia wanted Samantha's friend, not her guest. I tried patience, but it culminated in Sofia being in her room while Daddy entertained her friend. Sofia came out of it for the most part and all was well.
Everyone stayed up later than normal, there was plenty of junk available though no one binged, and it was only Samantha and Sofia that were up in the middle of the night. Daddy made pancakes in the morning and the rest of the day went well. Whew! Another first for us has passed and I'll cherish it forever. The girls have good friends and we are friends with their families. Life is good and moving quickly.
