TLM turned 9 last week, and we held her birthday party in the weekend - at home. At our tiny little working man's cottage in which our living room also houses the dining table and the fridge (they're the overflow).
8 girls all in the house at once, making lots of squeaky noise and competing at who could perform the most entertaining death scene.
8 girls gobbling packets and packets of popcorn and marshmallows (and sundry other snacks).
It was a beautiful day (considering it's mid-winter) and we were supposed to have an outdoor picnic, but that didn't quite work out so we ended up with a floor completely covered in bits of popcorn, hand-made "smores", raspberry lemonade and hundred & thousands that fell of the fairy bread.
And I hadn't spent so much effort cleaning the house (both before and after the party) since last spring. Exhausting!