Ooooh ooooh ooooh (I sound like a ghost, don’t I?)

So, in a fit of madness I agreed to letting the big girls have a sleepover.

I agreed way back in June but Ivy was in hospital.

Then I agreed over the last school holidays but Ivy was sick and four out of the seven kids came out in this weird rashy thing, so the sleepover was put on hold again.

The year is wearing on though and a deal is a deal.

So I agreed to Halloween night.

With a spooky theme.

The spookiest thing is that there will be twenty something tween and pre teens there.

It is  to scary.

I’ll be lucky to survive.

We don’t usually celebrate Halloween in the boonies. Aside from the occasional teenager who just wants to peg eggs, no matter how much you treat them, so this is quite a new thing for me to be planning.

The girls are all dressing up and we are going to play games, eat and watch a scary movie. ( I offered to come in and teach them how to dance, you know, Madonna Mummy style, with a ’stir the pot’ and a bit of the old ‘look at your watch’ moves thrown in but they were all..um…no, Mum, that’s okay. So, I guess we’ll make do with the other things).

Yeah, twenty something squealing girls, hyped up on sugar and pizza, watching a freaky film.

There will be little sleep at this sleepover, me thinks.

You think I’m crazy, right?

Right?

Well, there is method in my madness.

The deal (as mentioned above) is that the girls can have this big party, this spooky sleepover, in exchange for their first born child four years of peace.

Yep, no parties until the big twins turn 16.

What?

I don’t do teenagers well.

I just don’t understand them with all of their secret hand shakes and weird made up words and whatever it is that they do these days. “Macking on with their boy in the quad” and what not. “Hangin’ with their girls”.

“WhatEVA!” (The girls just told me it’s ‘Wot Eva’) *sigh* See what wot I mean?

So, I have scored some relief from the packs that they tend to travel in and by the time they are 16, maybe they will have settled into their skins and be sensible. Either that or I will have become deaf and blind so I don’t have to bare witness to any of it.

I know, I sound like a cow of a mother but hello, people, I was the bookhead, library geek in highschool. I just don’t get this whole popularity gig.

Trust me, it will be sanity saving for all of us.

This will probably be my last entry before the scary party. If I don’t make it out alive, I’ll see you all on the other side.

BOO…

hoo hoo.