It was Ishbel's birthday sleep over party on Saturday night. 5 other little girls all arrived by 4:20pm and emptied the contents of their overnight bags onto Ishbel's bedroom floor.
By 4:25pm I was already stressed with people (Ian and Jamie - Robbie had arranged an escape and was staying at Harley's the night) getting underfoot and had had the first rude demand, "Want food!" from one of the little charmers. So, rather than delay any longer, I got on with putting pizza in the oven and they had their dinner not long after 5pm.
The demands continued from our little star - "Want fizzy!", "Want icecream!", etc. all evening and culminated in her asking for a toilet roll. She wanted it so she could make a french knitting dolly - Ishbel's class had been doing that last term with a toilet roll inside and lollypop sticks. I told this child I didn't have any so she and the child she had in tow went straight down to the bathroom and started unrolling the toilet roll. Last straw! I raced down after them and told them off. I really lost it when the instigator denied she was doing anything and tried to sheet the blame entirely to her passive companion.
Within the first 20 minutes or so of the party several of the guests had been in tears and were sporting injuries!
At least once during the evening some girls were excluded - three of the girls and Ishbel are in the same class and they excluded the other two for a while.
Fifteen minutes or so later I was ringing two sets of parents to tell them I'd yelled at their children and that Ian would be soon bringing them home. If I didn't know this child already, I would be banning her from the house in future!
Having got rid of the trouble-maker, the evening at least was much more pleasant although it was about 10:45pm when they all finally dropped off.
Next morning it was Ishbel's turn to grow horns. She had several temper tantrums and ended up missing out on some of the games we were playing - she'd be having a huff while we played something and by the time she decided she wanted to join in after all the others had played all they wanted and were ready to move onto something else - cue the next tantrum!
Before they all left we had to match up belongings and children. I got them to go and pack their bags. They all swore blind they had checked carefully and had everything they came with. Several trips between living room and bedroom later, I think I had all socks, undies and assorted bed toys packed in the right bags.
By 4:25pm I was already stressed with people (Ian and Jamie - Robbie had arranged an escape and was staying at Harley's the night) getting underfoot and had had the first rude demand, "Want food!" from one of the little charmers. So, rather than delay any longer, I got on with putting pizza in the oven and they had their dinner not long after 5pm.
The demands continued from our little star - "Want fizzy!", "Want icecream!", etc. all evening and culminated in her asking for a toilet roll. She wanted it so she could make a french knitting dolly - Ishbel's class had been doing that last term with a toilet roll inside and lollypop sticks. I told this child I didn't have any so she and the child she had in tow went straight down to the bathroom and started unrolling the toilet roll. Last straw! I raced down after them and told them off. I really lost it when the instigator denied she was doing anything and tried to sheet the blame entirely to her passive companion.
Within the first 20 minutes or so of the party several of the guests had been in tears and were sporting injuries!
At least once during the evening some girls were excluded - three of the girls and Ishbel are in the same class and they excluded the other two for a while.
Fifteen minutes or so later I was ringing two sets of parents to tell them I'd yelled at their children and that Ian would be soon bringing them home. If I didn't know this child already, I would be banning her from the house in future!
Having got rid of the trouble-maker, the evening at least was much more pleasant although it was about 10:45pm when they all finally dropped off.
Next morning it was Ishbel's turn to grow horns. She had several temper tantrums and ended up missing out on some of the games we were playing - she'd be having a huff while we played something and by the time she decided she wanted to join in after all the others had played all they wanted and were ready to move onto something else - cue the next tantrum!
Before they all left we had to match up belongings and children. I got them to go and pack their bags. They all swore blind they had checked carefully and had everything they came with. Several trips between living room and bedroom later, I think I had all socks, undies and assorted bed toys packed in the right bags.
Finally they were gone by about 12:30pm, Ian Jamie and Robbie were home from soccer and I could dart off to the peace and quiet of my book group!
Never again! Next year it's two friends down the local chinese.
Never again! Next year it's two friends down the local chinese.
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