Are you wondering why I don't have any pictures from Savanna's birthday party with her friends?? Because. I. didn't. have.to.be.there.
And I didn't want to.
Is that horrible?
I am close to certain that I didn't want to because I knew that I was not wanted.
And six teenaged girls in a house with too much sugar is LOUD in a high-pitched, health risk sort of way.
We provided the pizza and cake and then checked in on them every once in a while to make sure they weren't burning anything (I only say that because it was something that I may or may not have done when I was her age).
I think it went well because one of her friends asked if we could do it again next month.
I said, "Fine, as soon as I get some more earplugs."
I was even provided with a detailed, double-sided, two paged wish list, complete with photographs, websites, and brands. She basically did all the work. If only she didn't kind of hate me, I could almost like this teenager phase.