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11:22 p.m.

Mallory announced halfway through the movie that she was tired and going straight to bed when it was finished. "That means everyone she has to go to bed," she announced. I was foolish enough to hope this would come to fruition. Instead, she got the dreaded second wind. They played a game; they danced and sang to Miranda Cosgrove. Just now they demanded that Chris draw portraits of all of them. Alternately, they'd like to make friendship bracelets. I heard one girl tell Mallory to set her alarm for 3 a.m. so they can sneak downstairs and watch our Elf on the Shelf change positions. (I'll explain that one later.)

Mallory's happy and having a good time and I'm glad about that. But man, I'd really like to go to bed now.

Just heard ominous crashing noise from upstairs. Not sure if I really want to investigate. So tired.

9:25 p.m.

Four girls arrived on time. There was much screaming and giggling and attempting cartwheeling. Pizza, cake, pinata dispatched. Young girls are very noisy. Fifth girl arrives late; said parents got lost. Feel guilty; forgot to notify parents of road construction around neighborhood. Presents opened, goody bags distributed. One girl has to go home early, not allowed to stay all night because has whooping cough. (No longer contagious.) Fingernails painted, pillowcases decorated. I (brilliantly) try to plan tomorrow's Girl Scout meeting around the chaos. Mallory stubs toe, has headache (not related). Popped popcorn. Girls now in living room watching Coraline. Requested total darkness. Hoping it makes them sleepy.

5:21 p.m.

Mallory's sleepover guests will arrive any minute now. The house is clean, the juice boxes are chilled, the candles are on the cake, the pinata is filled. On the agenda: pillowcase decorating, pizza eating, pinata smashing, present opening, game playing, friendship bracelet making, and, apparently, staying up until at least 2 a.m. I'm sure there will also be a lot of high-pitched screaming and discussions of iCarly episodes.

If I have the chance I'll live blog the experience for you. Why shouldn't you suffer right along with me?

Wish me luck.

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aimee said…
So, did you survive?
11:53 AM
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