... my plan was to write a post about my girl turning eleven today but after 18 hours with half a dozen proto-teenage girls in the house and a cumulative sleep total of about five hours between the eight of us (d/Boy was on a boys' sleepover off the hill) ontop of nearly two days of clearing up in the kitchen while the bazillion cakes baked I am k-nackered.
Just the thought of it k-nackers me...
ReplyDeleteEveryone still alive? No blood? then it is a job well done Trash !
Oh, dear. You have my sympathy and my empathy.
ReplyDeleteAnd, happy birthday to your girl! xo
I hope Miss 11 knows what a great mum you are! Well done for surviving!
ReplyDeleteGo. Sleep the sleep of the righteous and then come back to tell us all about it.
ReplyDeleteI think you've earned the rest...we can wait for details!
ReplyDeleteWow! Thinking about your weekend makes me feel tired, and I just woke up!
ReplyDeleteWell done, Mum!
....and those teenage hormones haven't QUITE kicked in yet! Just imagine in a couple of years time.
ReplyDeleteIf it's any consolation we had a sleepover on Saturday too. Each of the beasties had one friend over - two of the quietest and loveliest children ever. All was quiet all evening and the last one went to sleep at 10.30pm. Next thing I knew it was 7am on Sunday .....yup, I know just how you feel ;)
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I've heard rumours that actually, the real teenage years are actually not so bad and that these years - 10, 11, 12 (mine are 10 & 12) are worse...
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