Now here it is looking me in the face. My next order of business after I'm finished here is to look up the rules. My hope is that I don't actually have to follow six thirteen-year old girls around and watch them scream and squeal. I hope I can take my laptop and a book and park myself in one, comfortable place for the day.
I'm also dependent on my daughters actually making the plans with their friends about when they will meet, how long they will stay and how many days of the weekend they will attend.
I'm just coordinating the transportation. I don't have a big enough car to drive them all there, so I'll have another parent bring half and drop them off. Then I'll have to figure out how they'll get picked up. I'm hoping whoever comes and picks up will put the moratorium on the evening and get us out of there by 8:00pm.
But according to my youngest daughter the other moms are much more patient than I and will probably just tell me to call when they are finished. But will they ever be finished? These same kids whose goal it is in life to sleep as late as they can want to be at this event by 9:00am.
So here I am looking at the weekend and wondering what I was thinking when I said I would chaperone. All I can think to ponder right now is where the closest espresso stand will be.