I have a nine-year old daughter. Nine. Most days it’s hard to believe. Other days it’s hard to believe she is only nine. She thinks she is old enough to have a cell phone. She thinks everyone has to knock, and she has to say “come in”, before they can enter her bedroom. She wants her own curling iron. She thinks Princesses are for babies. She has her own sense of clothing style. She is starting to figure out the “label” thing with clothing. I think the hormones are kicking in. She is a control freak at times. She is beautiful inside and out.
Alex wanted Subway for her birthday dinner. She could have anything and she still chose Subway for her birthday. On Saturday she had a sleepover with 3 friends. One would think that limiting the number of 9-year-old girls at a sleepover would minimize the “girl drama”…well, you’d be sadly mistaken, my friend. Even just 2 girls together equals drama. I had to finally sit them down a let them know that under no uncertain terms were they going to suck me into their drama…Save the drama for your mama and get over it!
According to the 4 girls, they stayed up ALL NIGHT LONG. I think it was more like 2 am. Sleepovers aren’t for sleeping, you know. Even though it was “lights out” at midnight, I know it was at least 2 am because the mama across the street was texting her 9-year-old daughter at the sleepover. She was checking in on her. Did I mention she is right across the street? Anyhoo, we woke up to 6 inches of snow on Sunday morning. Bummer that the girls didn’t get snowed in. Not. So, I survived the sleepover. Alex was in a crabby mood due to the lack of sleep the night before. All is normal in the house.
Now I can concentrate on planing Glenn’s birthday party this weekend. He is going to be 50. The good news is he now qualifies for AARP. Now sure what that entails but I hear it is a good thing. Lots of great SENIOR discounts, I hope.