It’s 10:00am, and I’m still in bed.  Alone.  With the Laptop.  Imagine that.

I’ts my weekend morning to stay in bed.  Read.  Surf the web.  Think.  Or just enjoy the quiet here in our bedroom while Ray plays with the girls downstairs.  I’ll give the same gift to him tomorrow.  (It’s nice having the option of a later “second service” at church.) 

So I’ve been thinking lately… why do we girls stop having sleepovers when we grow up?  Sleepovers are such a fun place to stay up late and deepen friendships.  There’s something about staying together long enough that you lose most of your hairstyle, make up, and inhibition (sometimes even our bladder control). 

I decided that there’s really no good reason to stop.  So my mind is spinning with ideas for when and how to plan my first Grown-up Girl’s Sleepover.

When do we actually turn into grown ups anyway?  I’m 35 and still waiting.