This afternoon, my husband and I are going to be host to five – count ’em, FIVE – girls, three nearly-13-year-olds and two almost-elevens. Our plan is to take them (in two cars, of course) to the movie theatre to see Avatar. From there, we’ll bundle everyone across the parking lot to the mall, where some sort of light repast will be taken in the food court. Afterward, Daddy will take the two younger ladies home while I will sit in the Sears courtyard with my book while the three tweens “go shopping” for about an hour (Gerry, Punkin’ is particularly delighted with you and Mimi right now; she’s planning to spend your Christmas gift to her on jeans and earrings). Afterward, I’ll take the girls home where a sleepover will commence.
This could be really great or an unmitigated disaster. I’m not worried about having the girls out in public; my concern is whether or not I’m going to be able to sleep at all tonight. I’ve already told my daughters that they are welcome to stay up all night if they like, but that I’m instituting a moratorium on noise after 10:30; I’ve got to get up to teach a yoga class tomorrow morning. I’m keeping my hopes up, though, that it’s all going to go just fine.
Wish me luck