Last night we had Middle Sister’s snow-themed birthday party. 6 guests, no sleeping. Highlights of the event included balloon fights, manicures, reheated pizza after midnight, potato chips for breakfast instead of the waffles I cooked, and one broken “globe” from the kitchen ceiling fan, because it’s not a party if there’s nothing broken.
Remind me again why we feel compelled to clean the house before a party? I have to do it again today! But I think I’m going to have to have some coffee with actual caffeine. It might be the only way to make it through the afternoon.