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Impromptu

Today started as the normal sort of day-after-a-rough-night-with-the-baby kind of days. A little sluggish, breakfast at 11, lunch at 3--that kind of a day. I had to run some errands and Hazel wanted a little friend from the old neighborhood to come and play and eat over. No problem!

Then the doorbell rings. A clump of very earnest faced and shrill voiced youngsters looked up expectantly with their pajamas in hand. "We're here for the late-over!!!"


???


Apparently a few days ago I put off the clamoring hordes of children wanting to play later with a vague suggestion of doing a late-over "maybe on Friday or something."

Vague enough in my mind that it didn't even register, but in their minds this was the highlight of their social calendars. What to do? They were so excited, there was nothing to do but smile excitedly and welcome them to the big party.

Then the little brothers started showing up. And the four children across the street. And the aforementioned Hazel friend. My sister-in-law with her two cute kids were spending the day with us already because of some pipes being worked on in their home. The grand total we ended up with??

14 children. Oy vey.

I made a homemade pizza, had at least 10 (thankfully washed!) hands helping me with toppings, and broke into my hidden stash of oreos for dessert. Goodness, but 14 children eat a lot!

We haven't been able to find the Wii since we moved, and the VCR and DVD players aren't hooked up either, so we improvised with no electronic help. On the docket was a piano/harmonica contest, hide-and-go-seek, and storytelling. At the exact stroke of 9, I heaved a thankful sigh and started to scoot them all home!

Octuplet mom is so in trouble.

posted by Becca at 10:47 PM