We had two little girls making up over the fence earlier. And a slightly embarrased mother explaining a lack of sleep and too much pre-schooler in mitigation. We've been there, and just beginning to feel that it won't happen again is enough for Mama Bear to go on back to her cave... Jenna seems to have recovered on one level - in that she will go outside again if I'm with her, and isn't shy of the little girl next door today. On another level she is still hurt, lashing out any time she feels criticised and crying over little things.
She has her a fairy garden party planned on Saturday (no rain, please, my house is too small!) so we've been doing small jobs to get everything ready. Sweeping and mowing, a bit of tidy-up-and-a-new-plant-type gardening, making decorations... I made a big floral picnic blanket out of scraps, which Jenna is so delighted with she could hardly speak. Morgan fell asleep this afternoon in a big heap of fabric squares, my little baby hamster with a blissful smile on her face.
I'm really looking forwards to the weekend. It will be manic I'm sure, at least on Saturday with people popping in and out. But her actual birthday will be pretty special and very laid back. I'm at least as excited as she is!