I’m so happy we have arrived at the stage of sleepover birthday parties. Crazy, right? The stress of a two hour affair is worse for me. Now, I just make sure there’s food, cake, and ice cream and let them do what they want. Which is to hangout in their bedroom.
I check in from time to time, but they’re all just having fun. No phones. I’m quite delighted that they would rather not have their face in a screen.
Other than the rambunctious noise from the second floor, it’s a quiet evening. I don’t even decorate anymore. I’m too tired. The birthday girl is having a great time and I barely had to try.
I still stressed. I mean, why not? The house still needed to be cleaned for company and I still had to figure out snacks and a meal. I’ll make chocolate chip waffles in the morning. Now I can just sit back and knit.