It is past midnight. Down in my livingroom are 7 utterly lovely, WIDE AWAKE 8 and 9 year old girls.
LilMiss’s first birthday sleepover.
Actually, this is the first time pretty much all night that they have been in the same room together. There have been arguments in the way of “So and so is being bossy!” and “She doesn’t want to play the same game!”. Four girls cleaned LilMiss’s room, they so did not want to be downstairs. LilMiss claims one girl is being rude, that girl claims LilMiss is bossy, another is just whining that it’s all unfair.
Two injuries (1 door closed on foot, 1 trip down a few stairs)
Five spills (3 soda, 1 pizza, 1 buttered popcorn)
Missing equipment (I now have only one pillow and one blanket-usually have three pillows and two blankies)
Two episodes of crying (both LilMiss stressed by this whole event)
And one teddy bear dress messed by a spilled soda
Caught two of them attempting to call a “boyfriend” at 11pm :eek:
Listened to them playing “Truth or Dare”-guess they aren’t as sheltered as I thought they might be. Lawsy knows I didn’t discuss “humping” when I was 9!
I am so tired. I have asked them, then told them it was bedtime to no avail (Stupid me, I know).
My cats are hiding under my bed, after a disasterous attempt of one girl to put a teddy bear dress on one of them.
They will eventually fall asleep. Every time my daughter had a sleepover they tried very hard to make it all night but they always crashed and it was always as if they all ran out of gas at once.
ssshhhh… now 4 want to go to sleep. 3 don’t.
Of course, they’re arguing about just how precisely they believe each other to be.
This is after I just SCREECHED at them to quit their bickering.
LilMiss just told them “Don’t blame ME if y’all are tired! I’m done with you all!” hee hee hee
Wrap up:
2am: They’re playing Truth, Dare, Double Dare. Mom is listening over the balcony (bad mom). One girl was dared to wake me up. I had to quickly sneak back into my room and pretend I was sleeping. When she started walking into my room, I said (in a deep gravelly voice) “I am NOT sleeping”
I think she may have peed her pants a little.
3am: Mom goes downstairs, takes the phone list of parents and the phone, threaten to start calling parents.
3:15 am: It gets really quiet when the phone base chirps and the light goes on showing I was using the phone. The temperature outside at that time was 7F (hee hee hee)
3:30 am: I stand at the entrance to the livingroom, telling them I will stand there until they fall asleep. One girl says “See, I TOLD you she’d be mad” I asked her how grounded would she be for having her mom called at that hour and being told how rude her daughter was?
4am: Mom goes to sleep.
8am: my alarm goes off. Why? Cruelty. The party was to end at 11am, but I knew two parents were going to be here at 9 to pick up their kids for church. I went downstairs, clunked the frying pan on the stove (oops!), clunked plates on the counter (double oops!), started the dishwasher (well, we needed clean glasses!). Oh, the kitchen opens up into the livingroom, btw. Little girls, WAY tired, start crabbing out of their sleeping bags. Stuff slowly gets picked up (including at least one bag of popcorn scattered on the floor and bits n pieces of granola bars everywhere).
11am: silence. LilMiss was vegging on the couch, playing with her toys she received (just how many Polly Pockets is enough?)
830pm: I am sound asleep. So is LilMiss.
I have already informed LilMiss that next year there will only be 4 girls. No more. She concurred, stating even SHE could not handle it.
I’d like to take a page out of the Red Meat.
At times like this you need a guy who is willing to wear a pink stretch baby doll top and black velour (spelling) chaps.
And a little extra weight will help to pull this ensamble off.
Then get him to do squats.
You won’t get any more sleep, but you’ll get a sick sense of satisfaction!
Hell, my cousin and I used to sleepover each other’s houses all the time. Depending on which house we slept over at, either my mom or my aunt was really pissy the next day!
She has always gone to school out of district and has never lived anywhere close to her school friends until recently (when we moved). I had promised her she could have a sleepover party for her friends when we did not live 40 miles away from them
I guess my biggest error was thinking all kids are like LilMiss. She is quite headstrong (have NO idea where she got THAT from), but is also polite, gracious, and overall fantabulous.
I was talking with one parent this morning whose daughter was the biggest pain in the arse-I asked what her daughter thought. She stated her child was upset that she did not get her way. So they are now planning a sleepover so her kid can be boss.
My youngest daughter is 11, and had a 6 girl sleep-over for her last b-day. It actually went pretty well, and most of the girls were very sweet, but there was one incident of Lucretette declaring she “wanted to be alone”, and I woke up at 2 a.m. to find they had all thought it a just grand idea to TAKE THE CATS OUTSIDE!
And then they all acted like they couldn’t understand why I was upset. Sheesh.
