How I Survived My Daughter’s First Slumber Party

I should have known better. Allowing seven 7-year-olds to take over my house was a recipe for disaster, but that’s the kind of sh*t we moms do, right? At least, it’s the crazy way my brain relieves me of some of my insatiable #momguilt. Guilt for not being there enough or being too…

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