Wednesday, March 11, 2009

A Tale Of A Sleepover

A story told by my mother about my daughter....


My sweet Nina Rose was 12 years old last week. She wanted to have a pajama party with her friends, and I volunteered my house (because it has a nice big heated pool and lots of rooms). At last Saturday came and at about 5:30 the Schmidt family and some 7 friends, (5 boys and 2 girls) arrived at my overly prepared house. They ate, and ate, and ate, and drank, and swam. That many kids sure make a lot of noise.

Well Nina was magnanimous and told her brother he could stay. So now there were 6 boys. They swam, played all kinds of games, ran around the neighborhood terrifying my poor friends, then settled down to several horror movies on the floor of my family room. Jo and I watched, felt proud and enjoyed our evening with them. The girls went to their room at about 3 a.m. and the boys slept in the family room and library.

The next day, no one wanted to go home, but after swimming and eating, and eating, and eating, they decided they needed to shower and hopefully brush their teeth. Nina and Marin went into my bathroom to shower, the boys into another. All was fine. But later that night after the whole crew went home, I went into the bathroom to shower. Half of my Crush on You was used by the girls, and most of my moisturizer was gone. Nina is the best endorsement for her mother's products, but a message to the granddaughter: KEEP YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF MY PRODUCTS. Love, Mom



Guess Mom needs a new tub of Crush, STAT!

3 comments:

FuturePrimitive said...

naughty naughty kids! Sounds like a hoot though x

Teresa R said...

Your mom is a tough cookie, Joanna...the kids had better heed her warning! LOL! I guess she's where you got your grit from??

The Fair Weather Optimist said...

Your mom is the coolest, Joanna! What a fun sleepover! Get the poor woman her Crush on You! LOL!!

Jaime