8:00 am: Yes. 8am. Woken up by whispers. “Can we watch anothermovie? Shhh! Don’t step on me! Auntie? Are you SLEEPING? why are you SLEEPING? hey JJ! wake up! Auntie’s SLEEPING!”<\/p>\n
8:01 am: buglet SMILES at me when I peel open my eyes. Smiles. at 8:01. Clearly this is an alien child.<\/p>\n
8:15 am: movie in, break out the Dora Chutes and Ladders game<\/p>\n
8:30 am: hear the first “Stop trying to get me into TROUBLE” comments.<\/p>\n
8:31 am: “dont TELL me how to play my game! it’s MY GAME” the pup, of course.<\/p>\n
8:45 am: HOW can the girl still be SLEEPING? gah. Make sure all meds are taken, and sit and grumble while buglet still SMILES. wtf? *L*<\/p>\n
9:00 am: demands for breakfast begin. consider feeding them potatochips instead of waffles. give in and make waffles. am told that papa’s breakfasts are BETTER.<\/p>\n
9:01 am: give them chips while the waffles cook. heh.<\/p>\n
9:05 am: and popsicles for desert<\/p>\n
9:09 am: oooooooh out comes the lipstick. the girls disappear to the bathroom to preen before the mirror.<\/p>\n
9:36 am: D-man decides that the tv should be off before they turn into veges. I tell him he doesn’t have to watch, while harboring a glimmer of hope that all these children vege’s will make a lovely stew for lunch.. MUHAHAHA….<\/p>\n
9:50 am: start second movie.<\/p>\n
9:51 am: fighting continues. Promise the big dog movie again after bambi. dream of a soup<\/p>\n
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10:07 am: kick a certin nakid butt buglet outa my chair, finally get him dressed.<\/p>\n
10:08 am: feed the kids chocolate.<\/p>\n
10:15 am: well, half the kids are dressed, half are glitter covered. some are both. You figure it out. *L*<\/p>\n
10:30 am: Buglet is endlessly amused by running up and down the hallway, chased by the pup. Makes me tired just to listen to it.<\/p>\n
10:40 am: While watching Bambi 2, a cartoon, i’m asked “are there any cartoons on? This movie is boring.” um…..<\/p>\n
11:14 am: the girls are doing makeup and hair.<\/p>\n
11:15 am: the boys have just RAN out of the bathroom under threat of the girls doing makeup on THEM.<\/p>\n
11:16 am: “Uh, hello? WHO is the AuntieMomAdult around here?”<\/p>\n
11:16 am: Ahem! the CORRECT answer to that you little shits is ME! now quit telling the boys what to do.<\/p>\n
11:20 am: JJ – “i LOVE this sleep over! I get to stay FOREVER”<\/p>\n
11:21 am: yeah. i’m thinking soup.<\/p>\n
11:40 am: Every try to convince an opinionated 9 year old that wars are not the result of our having guns as wars existed before such weaponry? Or that he needs to quit bitching about ‘treating animals badly by eating them’ doesn’t work if your eating sausage while bitching? Heh. I don’t recommend it. Hopefully something of what I said sunk in.<\/p>\n
11:42 am: Um. Buglet? what happened to your clothes….. streaker!<\/p>\n
12:04 pm: Oh man – time for lunch. Maybe the rest of the day will fly! Have spent past 15 minutes saying “no, you can’t do that. yes you can. no you can’t. NO do not take that away from her, NO you cannot give shoulder rides because you’ll – see? told you. You’ll live, or maybe I can amputate your finger… no? darn.<\/p>\n
12:05 pm: man, these sammiches would sure taste good with SOUP!<\/p>\n
12:22 pm: Buglet accidently sits on the on button on the vacume, turns it on, EVERYONE jumps and screams. Much laughter. Except from pup – who discovers that it wasn’t half as funny this time as it was when it happened to dman last night when he wasn’t paying attention and set his pillow on it. Heh. Lesson learned – for about 2.5 seconds, before something else happens.<\/p>\n
12:23 pm: WAIT! don’t the ladybug kids take NAPS?<\/p>\n
1:07 pm: apparently not. However, they are happily watching lilo and stitch on the disney channel. “movies are BORING now” Thank god for Cable!<\/p>\n
1:30 pm: TheGirl “OH OW! you SHOCKED me you little butt!” judging by that, and the state of the little girls’ hair? static electricity is definitely in the air. *L*<\/p>\n
1:36 pm: OMG the wee ladybug actually puts CLOTHES on! Buglet? not so much. Still streaking, though we did get a diaper on him for the nap he’s resolutely not taking…<\/p>\n
1:46 pm: How do I know the buglet will actually NOT eat everything under the sun? He just spit a handful of green playdoh into my lap. Oh. goody!<\/p>\n
1:47 pm: First Dman meltdown of the sleepover. Not bad, as he’s been here almost 24 hours. Reassert the fact that I am the adult and this is my house no matter how much fun we’re having and I will be respected, and get him sitting apart for a while to calm down. The cause of the meltdown? Timothy brought a shirt he believes is his. Whether it is or not is immaterial. When I say end of discussion, taht is the end of discussion.<\/p>\n
1:55 pm: Buglet decides to snort 7-up. Discovers this is a bad idea. He’s also gotten a rash. Wonder what he’s alergic too. Give him benedryl. He’s STILL not taking a nap. Maybe I shoulda gone with Nyquil….<\/p>\n
2:09 pm: sleeping bags rolled up and picked up – but still one kid in jammies and two in underwear only. Heh. Yes, i know it’s 2 o’clock! what’s your point??<\/p>\n
2:12 pm: Dman – what are you doing? “putting on my snow pants” ….why? “getting ready to leave…” ….in 3 hours? weren’t you already complaining about it being too hot in here? “…..oh.” Hang em up. “Yessum.”<\/p>\n
2:13 pm: Kinzie “I DON”T WANNA LEAVE EVER!” it’s not time to leave. “Oh. whew.”<\/p>\n
2:29 pm: Auntie Darlin calls to check in, boggled at how little sleeping is going on at this here sleep over. Hee. Naturally, since I was on the phone, we have a bit lip, a pair of conked heads, spilt chips, and general whinery. Now that there’s no audience on the phone, its quiet again. Diva won’t be joining us today but tomorrow instead so she can spend time with just the older girls.<\/p>\n
2:39 pm: get told 10 times how to fix my bathroom door, after I told him the first the door was not BROKEN it simply has a towel hanger on the top of it so it doesn’t close.<\/p>\n
2:40 pm: He gets snippy about the damn door. I get snippier.<\/p>\n
2:41 pm: I win. He doesn’t mention the door again.<\/p>\n
2:42 pm: Except to tell me its as simple as moving the hinges down.<\/p>\n
2:51 pm: Everyone has a case of the crankies!<\/p>\n
2:51:05 pm: wait, that’s just me. hee. Need more diet crack! Still dreaming of soup…<\/p>\n
3:05 pm: OMG the girl? She’s BRILLIANT. Buglet is asleep. In her lap. The other’s are involved watching jimmy neutron. No one’s pinched or hit anyone in 5 whole minutes. And it’s quiet….<\/p>\n
3:28 pm: Auntie Ladybug is looooooooonely. I know cuz she’s on the phone again…. heh.<\/p>\n
3:33 pm: Still on the phone…<\/p>\n
3:41 pm: Sttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill on the phone….<\/p>\n
3:51 pm: Yes. She’s STILL ON THE PHONE. Good god! *L*<\/p>\n
3:51:05 pm: Man I’m gonna KISS the makers of that stupid Jimmy Neutron – the kids are BEHAVING.<\/p>\n
3: 54 pm: BOUT TIME WOMAN! sheesh. She finally hung up. 1 hour 6 minutes to go…<\/p>\n
4:10 pm: Buglets awake! Hey buglet, come put clothes on! Whatcha mean no… you want off? OK, run nekid! See if I care!<\/p>\n
4:11 pm: aw, such a happy lil streaker!<\/p>\n
4:20 pm: “auntie? on?” huh? sure, turn it on. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHWAHSCREAMCRY!” um. how can you be scared of the VACUME – YOU turned it ON! bwahahahahahahaha!<\/p>\n
4:25 pm: more chaos! The twins arrive for their overnight with the Girl. They’re early, but thats ok, they just buried themselves in the girls room. I doubt I’ll see them till they get hungry. heh.<\/p>\n
4:30 pm: the twins make the pup’s day by giving her some shirts they picked up at a sale for her.<\/p>\n
4:37 pm: 23 minutes!<\/p>\n
4:54 pm: Call from the boy and his gramma – they’re gonna throw him a surprise birthday party! OMG! I’m so EXCITED! I sent a gift so that he’d have something and gramma was gonna get him a cake, and now the company they’re touring with are gonna buy the cake and the kids are gonna surprise him and YAY!!!!<\/p>\n
4:59 pm: *holds phone ready to dial to call AuntieLadybug as promised* ONE MORE MINUTE!<\/p>\n
5:00 pm: *dials* It’s five pm, do you know where you’re children are?<\/p>\n
5:15 pm: hang up phone. heh.<\/p>\n
5:30 pm: Momma’s are here!<\/p>\n
6:00 pm: ooooooooooooooooooomfg. its quiet. so quiet. only the three older girls – and one has no voice. HAHAHAHH! aaaaaaawesome.<\/p>\n
I declare this Spring Break Sleepover officially OVER!<\/p>\n