First I was afraid...

[WOT?*]

I was petrified.

I just got rid of the last kid.  26 hours of overnight birthday party for the older grand.  Her tenth birthday was last week and we let her have an overnight to celebrate.  Three ten-year-old girls, her eight-year-old sister and her.  From 3:00 p.m. yesterday until the first left at 2:00 today and I dropped the last one off next door at 5:00.

We did have fun.  Ordered pizza and wings, had cake, took them out to see Free Bird (very cute movie by the way), came home to watch The Croods in the TV room followed by Wall-E.  I think they finally fell asleep about 4:00 a.m.  I'm exhausted. 

She wants another one next year.  I think I'll hold off until her sister turns ten in two years.  Not sure if my poor old bod can handle another houseful of kids careening down the stairs in sleeping bags and on pillows and having marathon spa treatments and board games.

[Ohhmm(bligo)]

I don't know about all THAT, but I was petrified.