It's a Girl's Night

One of the only things I like about being divorced is the fact that my home is now Estrogen Central. Even the dog has "girly bits." No "shakers" here.

Mother's Day was absolutely lovely. We started early with a Mother's Day Tea at K's morning kindergarten class. My sweet girl escorted me from the hall into the classroom after presenting me with a lovely Kentucky Derby style hat . . . made out of paper. She proceeded to serve me cookies on a custom made place mat where she had recorded all my vital statistics . . . apparently I am 30 years old I weigh 40 pounds. I wore the hat back to the school administration building where it was duly admired during my trek around the building for the mail run.

While K often tells me I am "the best mommy in the world" (except of course when I am the WORST), this was they first year she really got Mother's Day. I woke up hearing "Happy Mother's Day" coming out of a smiling face holding a bouquet of lillies she had pilfered from a friend's house the night before. Of course she had shoved 12 flowers into ONE bud vase, but I guess that was all she could find without asking me and ruining the surprise. After hitting late church, we puttered around the house and yard and ended our day with a picnic in the treehouse. To quote Phinneas and Ferb, "It was the best day ever."

Tonight we have added even more estrogen to the mix as K's friend Gracie finally convinced her mother and I that a sleepover was a good idea. Before the pizza was even out of the oven, the girls had a knockdown, dragout pillow fight on K's bed. Actually, I'm pretty sure it was before Gracie's mom even left the house.

If we survive the night, I'll share details and pictures tomorrow.

Update: 10:30 p.m.
After a round of storytelling about Princess Kaitlyn, Princess Gracie and the wonderful gift of friendship, both girls are ALMOST asleep . . . of course since K hasn't cleaned her room in about a month, they are sleeping in my bed. I'll be bunking upstairs in K's room should any mommy emergencies arise. Also, according to Princess Gracie's story, my new name is Queen Steakerella and K is Princess MacandCheesa.