I think at the heart of it we never lose the love of having a good, old fashioned, girly sleepover. There is something so comforting about PJs and being able to lounge around and not have to dress to impress. There is something so special about it.

As I kid I had sleepovers for my 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 13th, 15th, 16th and 17th birthdays. My mother was a saint… Clearly!!! So much more patience than I. Is it sainthood or just pure insanity?

Last night my amazing friends threw me a post wedding hen’s night (Their one request after finding out about my surprise wedding was to still do a hen’s). I don’t really like the massive party scene so one night over dinner and few drinks they asked “What would you like to do?” … Somehow it lead to some crap talking about 1990′s boybands, specificially New Kids On The Block who I absolutely idolised, and how great a decade it was and yet, completely underrated.

I said jokingly “A 1990′s theme party! Better yet, let’s have a PJ party which I had LOADS of as a kid/teen” …

They said “Leave it with us!”

When they asked me to pick a date for the night I didn’t know the date of my surgery. When I found out the date of the surgery we went into crisis talks about whether to press ahead with it (Being 4 days later!) and the girls seemed keen to keep on (And Kelly agreed) because it was a PJ party.

After the surgery I didn’t want to do it. I was tired and sore and, as you all know, depressed. My bestie Rach said the choice was mine but insisted I was going to do nothing. Her, Chanz and Vee had planned everything and said all I needed to do was be home in my PJs. We changed it from being a full sleepover to a midnight cut off so I could rest which put my mind at ease also.

Even in the last minute I wondered if I had done the right thing but then the girls said to me “Any time you want to go to bed, you want it to wrap up, you want it over you tell us and we will pull the plug on the whole thing!”

When they arrived a few hours before the party they made me stay in bed and watch DVDs while they took over my house. Little did I know, they had cleaned, they had prepared food, they decorated, they moved my couches from the front room to the bigger room at the back, they had chilled drinks in the eskies and so on.

The three of them came into my bedroom and gave me a present of a brand new set of beautiful pajamas and, once I was ready, they pulled me out and showed me the surprise.

A room filled with Backstreet Boys posters (They had no New Kids ones but I will forgive them!) colourful helium balloons, a table full of candy, an ice cream station, a pizza station and so on.

They had loads of 90′s music, put images on the TV of the 1990′s and had games suiting the theme.

They were all dressed in their PJs too. Soon enough, a very small group of my closest girlfriends rock up in their PJs and the night began.

It was AMAZING. I didn’t have to do a thing. They got my drinks, they had my laying down with a pillow, they served food, they hosted games. We laughed, we chatted, we laughed some more. They gave me an awesome present also of a dressing gown with my new last name on the back.

The whole night was incredible and it took me from depressed and down to feeling on top of the world. So special, loved and appreciated. It was the BEST medicine (Other than my hubby and kids) that I could have asked for.

The fact that everyone was in PJs with me was even better. I had been in pain all week so laying around in my PJs after surgery was the most suitable theme that there could have been.

At the heart of it is that teenaged girl who loved gossiping with her friends over a good sleepover with loads of junk food and sillyness.

Even more special was having Ang come when her fiance went through major surgery last night, something I didn’t anticipate would happen but I am massively thankful for. Her and Kez definately light up a room with their presence… Love you girls HEAPS!

Again, I said it on that bookface place but the girls who came, you were ALL so fun and amazing and funny. I loved having you there. I really did. Thank you SO much.

And to my three gorgeous and wonderful besties… You did it perfectly. Thank you for dragging me out of a long week of sadness. I love love love LOVE LOVE you. You rescued me. I know it isn’t all clear yet but today I woke up feeling like me for the first time in a while…

I am not saying I am 100% of the way… But let me tell you, having the love and support of such wonderful people makes me feel so blessed. I cried at the end of last night feeling like I didn’t know what what I did to deserve such a wonderful event.

I have the BEST friends in the world… Rach, Chanz, Vee, Ang, Kez, Renee, Stevie, Jess, Jetske, Gretchen and Tess… You girls are amazing.

Thank you for being in my life and being perfect. It may be he hormones talking of course…

And the moral of this story is???