My daughter, the birthday girl and host of the party, just went to bed. She took a Benadryl and some Motrin about an hour ago and it has done kicked in. I also sprayed her throat with Chloraseptic. If there are 8 little girls that come down with Strep next week I am going to feel SO bad. I actually think it's just her allergies, but still, you never know.
The other girls have decided that they are going to "dance off" until dawn. I have decided they are not human. They are loud, giggly aliens from a far off planet. They have to be - there's no other explanation. Their energy and stamina has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they have obliterated 8 six-packs of soda since 3:30 this afternoon. Yep, they're aliens.
I just walked through the living room to go to the kitchen to get something caffeinated (because it's apparently working for them and I'm fading fast) and one of the girls nearly knocked me out with her flying limbs. I said, "Wow, you got happy feet. You ever gonna quit dancing?"
"Nope."
"You're crazy. You know that, right?"
"Yep. I've been told."
"Cool. Keep on keepin' on then."
If I could keep my eyes from crossing, I'd read 30 pages on Thomas Jefferson for AmerLit, but nah.... I think it's just time to go sit in the living room and sigh loudly every few minutes.
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Never ending sore throats and runny noses are a couple of examples of things about parenthood that I don't look forward to.
All this talk about the crazy things kids do these days, and not one complaint about the government, your lawn, or your bursitis. Are you sure you're doing this thing right?
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