In approximately one hour (6 pm EDST), my eight-year old will be having a sleepover birthday party. That means 5 girls, 4 movies, 8 thousand hair ties, assorted treats, bags of popcorn, 2 pizzas and a cake. I just assumed that, when they arrived, my job would be kind of done. You know, so I could have a tranquilizer with a glass of wine? No dice, apparently. My daughter has just advised that I will be responsible for painting fingernails and devising card games too. Is there no rest for a mother, I ask you?
Natch, I had to make it a fashionable. To take a page from my good friend Lisa's book (she's one of those super aunties - you know), I went to H&M and bought matching T-shirt dresses (sleeveless a-line knee length sacks that cost $6.90, not a typo, for all the moms out there). These, doubling as nightgowns, will be the official party garb. They are an unironic pink floral with darling green accents, which will be presented, as girls arrive, along with a pad of paper and some pencil crayons in an adorable flowerpot shaped yellow gift bag.
Please wish me luck and be grateful at 2 a.m. when you are sleeping.