They slept in the tent, although sleep is a relative statement. I had expected I'd be waking them up around 11:00am and then feeding them. I woke up at 4:30 am to answer the call of nature and I heard some of them still going strong. I couldn't fall back to sleep and just when I started to doze off around 7:30am they started coming in the house. My husband's head snapped up and he said "they are in the house!" I shuffled out there to cook breakfast and he'd said he'd come help me.
One of the girls wasn't feeling well because she had a cold. She had called her mother to come get her and that woke them all up. I wasn't expecting the early wake up call and felt quite flustered. I bought a new waffle iron and I was going to experiment with it when I got up at 9:00 or so and right before I would wake them up around 11:00.
Best laid plans, I guess. It worked out; they ate the waffles and bacon and more waffles and bacon and strawberries with whipped cream. It took about an hour to feed 6 girls.
I was really tired the rest of the day. I just sat and watched movies on the Hallmark channel all day.
Yesterday one of my younger daughter's friends was baptized in her family's church. She asked me, the Catholic, to be the godmother. Her godfather is a Muslim. I figure along with her protestant church, she's covered all the way around. She was baptized with her 22 year old brother. It was a touching event. Then we all went out to lunch and celebrated this new step in their faith journey.
After that we came home and I actually worked on cleaning off my scrapbooking table, which led to cleaning out a closet, which led to organizing my scrap papers, which led to... you get the picture. The point is, I actually got something done this weekend. And it wasn't even on my list.