Today is my daughter's 11th birthday, and to celebrate, she had 5 friends over last night from 5 till 9. 3 of whom spent the night. If we'd have had room, there'd have been all 5 staying. I can't remember what it was like to be 11, but got a taste of what it's like to be 11 now.
Young enough to do silly things and usually get away with it, but old enough to be embarrassed at being caught by certain people! Staying up all hours of the night (was I EVER able to do that??) with friends giggling and (probably) telling secrets.
The silly thing? Stuffing inflated balloons in their shirts and playing out front in clear view. But running to hide their 'breasts' in the mail box when the pizza guy came.
All hours of the night really was. Long after I'd fallen asleep, I woke up to what sounded like thumping outside at 3 am, so I got up to investigate. It was not outside, but in my daughter's bedroom. Thank goodness my other daughter in her own room slept through it all! After trying to get back to sleep myself, I gave up and watched tv for an hour or so, finally around 3:30 telling the girls it was time to get some sleep.
Geez, just sat here for several minutes trying to figure out an April Fool's joke. The thought of confessing I was thinking of giving up crochet crossed my mind, but I just couldn't do it. Guess I'll have to make do with 'fooling' my family.
