Minx and her friend were little angels. They tried, despite numerous annoyances from the noisy boys, to have a more refined and quiet approach to the sleepover and were both asleep by 10.30pm.
The boys were boys. Lots of noise. Lots of wrestling. Occasional fall-outs/tears/minor injuries. They redeemed themselves by going to sleep by 11.30pm.
I dare say these cakes
and several glasses of Dr Pepper may have contributed to their enhanced energy levels. That and the fact that they are boys, of course.
This was not the best weekend to come down with a head cold but by Saturday morning I was feeling pretty rough. I haven't slept for two nights. I'm full of snotty misery and self pity. I am, in fact, the only person ever to have had a cold. Ever.
I do hope DH doesn't get it. Although his won't be this one. His will be FLU and he will take days off work and spend it in bed.
Great. Now I'm feeling guilty. He has been stupendously brilliant this weekend keeping the boys busy and thinking up great ways of stopping them killing each other. If I'd been on my own I'd have sent them all home by 8pm and that is NO reflection on any of the children - it is totally a reflection on me and my wanting to hide in a darkened room.
After feeling a light sabre whizz past my ear for the third time I decided to keep the girls company upstairs. I couldn't sit doing nothing but I couldn't sit doing the ripple crochet because it's a Christmas secret. Instead I made a start on Monster's crochet blanket.
Each stripe is a double crochet row followed by a treble crochet row. It is growing far faster than the rippling. I was trying to work out how this could be as it's the same stitch combo and the same width. I've decided it must be down to the fact that I have to go slower with the rippling just to make sure I'm keeping the pattern going correctly.
I did manage to get these bottled and just knew you'd love to see a photo ;)
That's about it for now. I'm going to wallow for a bit longer and then DH will be back from taking two kids on bikes and the Moog to the park. This is him. This is me.