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Last night we hosted our first slumber party for 7 year old Kerrigan Mae. When I promised her a few months ago that she could have up to 7 girls, I clearly was not thinking - about anything. About floor space, the sugar intake, my hearing, sleep deprivation! That last issue, was, in retrospect, one I should have thought more about, especially considering I have not been sleeping at all lately. It's a vicious cycle I often find myself in when change is underway. I run around all day without stopping, or hydrating and make lists upon lists upon lists, and then crash early. Somewhere around 3am, I'm up and the lists start all over again. This party was actually a nice break from thinking about the move for both me and Kerrigan. The girls made their own pizza, gave each other manicures, attempted to put on make-up, watched their favorite shows (TV 7! finally!!), played dress-up, ate an obscene amount of ice cream and stayed up past midnight. Two of the girls wanted to stay up till they could see the sun, which I ofcourse agreed to and then bragged to the other girls in the morning that they had indeed done so. Kerrigan's friends know she is moving but luckily there was very little talk of the move and it was just hours and hours (and hours) of silly 7 year-old fun. What really put me at ease was the immediate reminder that she will make friends easily in Nigeria, as she always has. And at the end of the day, if you have a daughter, you will always have sleepovers. Regardless of what country you live in, there will always be dress-up parties, there will always be makeovers, and you will always pretend you are rock stars, even if it means the whole house is up to see the sun rise.