Pampered

Yes, that would describe me this morning. Last night, A. and three of her friends had a birthday sleepover for P. at our house. (It was A.'s birthday gift to P.) M. and B. were sleeping over at other friends' houses, so weren't home this morning and J. has been teaching on Saturdays and leaves very early. That left me with 10 children, which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, except the baby girls continue to need to eat all night and I was very tired. But this morning, even with the amount of children in the house, I got to sleep until 10 am. A., P. and friends, when they realized how tired I was, went downstairs and made pancakes for themselves and the little boys. They also made sure that got K. dressed. At 10, when G. woke up and was hungry, A. came in and offered to take her, but I was rested enough and fed her instead. When the girls saw I was going to wake up, they bustled off downstairs (and really, no one bustles like A.) for a few minutes. When they reappeared, they brought a tray with pancakes, coffee, and a glass of water for me to eat in bed. The girls then proceeded to get both babies changed and dressed. It was all so thoughtful of them. And do you want to know the best part? Upon (finally) arriving downstairs, instead of being greeted with a kitchen that was a disaster, I found a completely cleaned kitchen. It was possibly cleaner than when I went to be last night. Talk about a way to guarantee future sleepovers. Thank you A., P., H. H-S, P13 and P11!