Our grand Christmas party
Every year my wife and I host a party for all our nieces and nephews so we can give them our Christmas presents and let their parents have an afternoon off 😅
This year my daughter unilaterally decided we should have a pyjama party and sleepover and to extend the invitation to just about everyone she knows at school 🤪 We compromised on three friends and also decided to invite the two little girls from next door after our two nephews unsurprisingly declared they wanted nothing to do with the whole affair (we'll take them out separately next weekend).
So yesterday we divided our apartment into two. The younger girls, plus me and my eldest niece, were allocated my bedroom and the living room. The teenagers, plus my wife, took my daughter's bedroom and our study. Kitchen and bathrooms remained in common use.
After the initial feast/ritual destruction of my kitchen, we went our separate ways for entertainment and "sleep". My little group set up our camp of duvets and matresses, played Twister, and ate marshmallows while watching Paddington. Lights out and everyone sound asleep just after 9pm 😌
Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor, the party was just getting started. My wife's knowledge of the repertoire of Taylor Swift, hitherto somewhat lacking owing to her chickening out of our trip to Wembley in the summer, is now complete 👍 Twice as I wandered by I found my daughter sat on her "time out" stool, once for letting off party poppers in a confined space, then for general uncontrolled shouting 🤦♀ Third time my wife seemed to have placed herself in "time out" and wore an expression of exhausted relief on her face as the band played on 😅
Team Paddington were up bright and early this morning. Pancakes for breakfast, run about in the park, efficient handover to natural parents 😊 Team Swift are only now just starting to stir. Not a pretty sight. My wife is stomping about in her dressing gown muttering darkly under her breath. The full debrief awaits, but early indications point to another success 🤗
This year my daughter unilaterally decided we should have a pyjama party and sleepover and to extend the invitation to just about everyone she knows at school 🤪 We compromised on three friends and also decided to invite the two little girls from next door after our two nephews unsurprisingly declared they wanted nothing to do with the whole affair (we'll take them out separately next weekend).
So yesterday we divided our apartment into two. The younger girls, plus me and my eldest niece, were allocated my bedroom and the living room. The teenagers, plus my wife, took my daughter's bedroom and our study. Kitchen and bathrooms remained in common use.
After the initial feast/ritual destruction of my kitchen, we went our separate ways for entertainment and "sleep". My little group set up our camp of duvets and matresses, played Twister, and ate marshmallows while watching Paddington. Lights out and everyone sound asleep just after 9pm 😌
Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor, the party was just getting started. My wife's knowledge of the repertoire of Taylor Swift, hitherto somewhat lacking owing to her chickening out of our trip to Wembley in the summer, is now complete 👍 Twice as I wandered by I found my daughter sat on her "time out" stool, once for letting off party poppers in a confined space, then for general uncontrolled shouting 🤦♀ Third time my wife seemed to have placed herself in "time out" and wore an expression of exhausted relief on her face as the band played on 😅
Team Paddington were up bright and early this morning. Pancakes for breakfast, run about in the park, efficient handover to natural parents 😊 Team Swift are only now just starting to stir. Not a pretty sight. My wife is stomping about in her dressing gown muttering darkly under her breath. The full debrief awaits, but early indications point to another success 🤗
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