Today sucked.
Like it really sucked. This weekend was supposed to be perfect. Laney had read a storybook last week about a family who went camping in the woods. She was so excited about the concept of sleeping outside and having a campfire with treats like s'mores and a BBQ, she begged to go camping.
Unbeknownst to her, Ioved camping. My dad used to take me as a kid all the time. I even had a tent and all the necessary equipment in the basement. I made plans to go camping not too far from here, about an hour's drive north. There's a great campsite that we would have stayed in and with my long weekend off from work, it was meant to be. Unfortunately and quite frankly bullshit. The weather in LA had changed drastically this week. By Thursday and Friday, the rain was unbearable. Which is so strange for California. Three days straight of rain made me break my daughters little heart, telling her we would not be going camping after all.
Since telling her last night she's been in a bit of a bad mood. She's not angry at me (thank god) but she's just upset at the situation. She wasn't excited at the prospect of Nutella pancakes this Moring. She didn't care for playing any games or even going shopping for dresses. She loves dresses! I guess she was so excited, everything else dulls in comparison. I hate seeing my princess like this. She's normally the happiest little girl on the planet and right now she looks as if her pet had died. So for the majority of the day so far, we've just been sitting on the couch, watching her cartoons and coloring in her books. She's been very cuddly which is nice.
Just as another one of her shows had begun I heard the doorbell ring with three consecutive knocks. Laney and I looked at each other as she shrugged her shoulders, looking back at the tv. I chuckled at his moving towards the door to see who was bracing the weather to see us.
'Um.... Hi?'
On the other side of the door stood the five ladies of 5H. All dressed in comfortable looking clothing, holding various grocery bags and what looked to be a gift bag.
'Y/N.... can we maybe come in? It's kind of raining.'
'Oh yeah of course sorry come in.'
They slowly made their way through the front door, following me through the kitchen towards the living room. From where the five girls and I were standing, we could see Laney sitting on the couch, feet barely falling over the end of the couch, sipping on a juice box, swaying her head to the music coming from her cartoons. The girls all seemed to be swooning at the sight of my princes. As a parent, people adoring your child, well it makes you happy and proud. I coughed to get the three year olds attention, when she saw us her face lit up like Christmas. She jumped up and off the couch, running as fast as her little legs could possibly take her towards the awaiting girls. She ran first into ally's arms, getting passed around for cuddles from all the girls.
''Wat' are you doin' here ''
'Well nugget your daddy told us that you were supposed to be going camping this weekend but you had to cancel because of the weather.''
At this Laney dropped her head remembering the sad news of our canceled plans.
''Buuuut... the girls and I decided if you can't go camping, we'll camp here.''
My head shot up to meet the ladies eyes. All of them wearing small smiles, knowing I was catching on to their plan. Laney seemed ecstatic at the idea of indoor camping and pulled Laurens hand, tugging her towards the couch to show Laney what was in the bag Lauren was carrying. I turned to the rest of the girls for more information. Camila decided to fill me in on their plans
'We couldn't bare to see Laney upset. We've only known her a couple of weeks but we all care about her so so much. So we thought, why not bring the party here. If that's okay with you that is?
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