Digital Father Podcast

Little Girls are Loud!

Wife is a saint! Daughter’s party is ended, and Wife is going to heaven as a result. The reason for this beatification? The National Weather Service accurately predicted rain for the duration of the party. (Sure, NOW they’re right!)

The party began at 6pm on Saturday. 8 girls arrived, all but one on time, loudly banging up the stairs with sleeping bags and pillow in hand. Pizza arrived at 6:30pm punctually. With the thunder of a thousand hooves, the bevy headed downstairs for dinner. Soda was poured, salad was declined, pizza was ignored, and chips were hoarded. The level of noise was tolerable, but could have made an OSHA inspector cringe.

When dinner was completed (although that was more based on time at the table rather than pizza ingested) the ladies were invited to have their nails done. Son had a female friend from next door come over to assist, and the girls were all giggles. (Note to self- for his own safety, send Son away when having a girl party. Hugs from girls 4 years younger is not appreciated until a man turns 22.)

They were invited back a short while later for cake, after which they adjourned to the family room for the first video of the weekend, which was “Aquamarine.” The ladies remained hungry, although I cannot imagine how. We made popcorn (2 bags) and there was nary a kernel remaining. I begged my wife to withhold further food until it was requested, because now they were eating for something to do rather than out of hunger. They settled down and watched the movie, eating the next round of popcorn about 45 minutes later.

When the movie concluded, we leapt aside as the stampede up the stairs to the bedroom passed. It is important to note that Wife and I gave up our room to the party(512 sq ft) and moved to the family room (160 sq ft). This left the teeming hordes directly over our head, which allowed for easy supervision, but which we were soon to regret. The ladies eventually dressed and settled in for the night, but not to sleep. The first request for slumber came at approximately 11:30 p.m. At 2:15, Wife got hot. By this time, I was 20 winks into my 40, but wife was loaded for bear. It was the last time I heard from them, but I don’t know if that was owing to their sleep or mine.

Sunday brought a shift at work for me (YAY) so the ladies were with Wife for the first few hours. She awoke at 7:30 a.m. to give medication to one of the attendees, and that began the onslaught. No matter how she encouraged them to stay asleep, they came, in twos and threes, until all but one had come down for breakfast. The one who remained, by the way, was the one she had awakened to take the medication! She slept until 10:30 a.m.

The girls had a variety of breakfast choices, and watched another movie. I can’t speak to the chaos in my absence, but when I arrived home, they had lunch and played a game of “Harry Potter Scene-It” until their parents arrived to pick them up at 3:00 p.m.

Length of the party- 21 hours. Amount of food consumed- 3 pizzas, 6 bags of chips, 12 liters of soda, assorted juices, 1/2 dozen bagels, a few eggs, a cookie cake, 2 dozen cookies, 4 bags of microwave popcorn, 8 party bags of candy.

Son, who had disappeared in the morning, returned at 3:30 p.m. with a friend who stayed until 9:30 p.m. Wife left for work at 6:30 p.m. Daughter and Dad crashed out for the day.

They left for the Cape on Monday morning. I miss them, but the quiet is wondrous!