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We are two working mothers — Lauren Rose, the director of business development for Name Bubbles, and Betsy DeMars, the assistant managing editor at The Saratogian. Try as we may to be really good at both, balancing motherhood and career can get pretty messy. As professionals, work schedules and mommy schedules often collide. So, we plow through, hoping at the end of the day, our kids — Lauren's 5-year-old son and Betsy's 11-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter — know how much we love them.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sleepover success

Anyone who has ever worked at daily newspaper knows that Fridays are the most challenging of the week. If you are scheduled to work Monday through Friday at a newspaper, Fridays are a doozy, as preparing for Saturday, Sunday and Monday papers must be done before cutting loose for the weekend.

Despite that, we invited four of my daughter's friends over for a sleepover this past Friday evening. I figured I'd get everything done for Saturday's paper at the very least and return Saturday to finish up. I planned to leave at 5 p.m. (like most normal people), pick up my children, pick up pizza and a movie and get to the house at least 15 minutes before people were scheduled to arrive (6:30).

Per usual, my 5 p.m. departure turned into 5:30, and the mad dash was on. Thankfully, my husband was enroute to the house, so he could be there if people arrived early. And I was glad we was, because I cut it a little close, and two people were already there.

After that, most every aspect of the night was smooth sailing and had all the ingredients of the quintessential girly sleepover. They all jumped on the trampoline and played outside til dark, only coming in for pizza and to decorate cupcakes (which they didn't end up eating because they had piled so much frosting, sprinkles and candy on them, they were gross). We painted fingernails and watched a movie, "Alice in Wonderland."

My son wanted to be included in everything, too, even the nailpolishing session. The girls officially dubbed him "Jessica," allowing him to be one of the girls. Up until the actual sleeping part, he fully participated in all the girly activities, despite my husband trying to coax him out to my his workshop.

Except for one girl deciding it was time to go home (her first try at an overnight) during the movie at about 10 p.m., everything worked out as planned. Perhaps that's because we didn't overplan it. After pancakes in the morning, they all played in the basement together until their parents arrived.

The whole event was very low key, actually. Well, as low key as a house full of five little girls (plus "Jessica") could possibly be.



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