On Friday my baby, Miss Aimee, turned 13 - she's now officially a teenager!!
The great coming of age actually occurred last night when we embarked on the customary 13th birthday sleepover. Throughout the day we prepared for what looked like an Arabian nights gala; mattresses luxuriously placed under a canopy of 100's of twinkling fairy lights and floating balloons.
The party girls arrived late in the afternoon and the festivities began. Thus ensured an evening of laughter, hilarity and mirth, as only a group of 13 year old girls can truly do justice.
With dinner over and the candles blown out, we had hoped they'd settle down to a night of DVD's and truth or dare... but they had other ideas. Shrieks of laughter, copious giggles and everyone talking at once continued throughout the night. A few gentle pleas from mum for less volume did nothing to quell their enthusiasm.
A somewhat grouchier mum requested a couple of hour's peace at 4 am, at which time they dulled the roar to muffled whispers and fits of giggles. At least I closed my peepers for 2 hours before being rudely woken to hysterical laughter at 6 am. Hhmm.... clearly the 2 hours was taken quite literally and like crowing roosters at dawn, they let loose with the next instalment of merriment.
The last of the party revellers have whoop, whooped their way out of here and some sort of decorum has been restored. Who knew 13 year olds could giggle for 18 hours straight???
The second coming of age (a new era, not birthday) was sadly my own. After a night without sleep I feel like cr*polla. The realisation that I am no longer able to pull an all-nighter signifies I am now officially middle aged!!!!
I think it's time for a nana nap,
Hugs ~ Kerryanne
With dinner over and the candles blown out, we had hoped they'd settle down to a night of DVD's and truth or dare... but they had other ideas. Shrieks of laughter, copious giggles and everyone talking at once continued throughout the night. A few gentle pleas from mum for less volume did nothing to quell their enthusiasm.
