No parents were harmed in the making of the slumber party. Nobody broke anything, or cried, or abused the cat. (Total injuries: One nonbleeding scrape, which was fixed with a Pirates of the Caribbean type band-aid.)
Note to self for the future: teenagers eat a lot of food. There is no such thing as “I’m a little concerned that we’re going to have leftovers.”
Needing a stiff drink: The Queen turns 13.
Needing an entire fucking tanker trunk of stiff drinks: To celebrate, she is having a sleepover with six of her closest friends. At our house.
I already tried telling Samwise that I really do have a lot of work to get done at the office, but he whimpered and wouldn’t let go of my ankle, so I’m stuck here.
My mom is moving out of the ICU today, and is walking with assistance and communicating. She’s expected to make a full recovery, but a very slow one.
My kids brought me breakfast in bed this morning, consisting of a cake the Littlest Paladin made all by herself, fruit and coffee. Kid Peligro felt bad that he couldn’t cook, so he farmed high-level Inspirations for me in City of Heroes, and left a bunch of his stuffed animals on the bed to keep me company.
I’m spending the remainder of the day at work. Mom-love doesn’t shovel all the paperwork off my desk.
A recent conversation came to mind apropos of threads at Pandagon and Hugo Schwyzer’s blog.
Eldest Daughter: Mama, I think I might have been a little too blunt at school today.
Me: OK, what happened?
ED: Well, see, this boy asked me if I want to go out with him–
Me: You’re too young to ‘go out’ with boys.
ED: Mooooom! I know! Anyway, so I told him, “No.” That was too blunt, huh?
Me: You didn’t say it in a snotty way, like “ew, no way, not you,” right?
ED: No.
Me: Then there’s no problem. It was a yes or no question. I guess “no thank you” would have been a little more polite, but just no is fine.
ED: Okay….really?
Me: Really.
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