As there was no school on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday, I thought, "Hey! I should let The Girl have a sleepover!" The boy generally spends non-school nights at assorted friends' houses. Thursday night was no exception. So... At 4:00, the doorbell rang. The Girl's BFF and the BFF's older sister were on the door step, all smiles, and ready for Girl-a-Palooza!
First of all, I remember having sleepovers as a girl. They were fun, but with too many girls, were mostly torture. The two girls staying the night spend A LOT of time at my house. They live just across the field. They are great girls and I enjoy them. What I had forgotten from my childhood, is that sleepovers turn girls into monsters.
I don't mean to say they were poorly behaved. They were just loud, obnoxious, little giggle monsters.
These giggle monsters kept me up until 2:00 a.m. They were up and down the stairs like a herd of effalumps. They cleaned out my kitchen like a pack of ravenous dogs. I had to take the phone away dozens of times - and they were only calling me and each other! Argh! At least they weren't calling boys!
Seriously, though? At what age did I start terrorizing my parents? Was it really as early as the 4th grade? A month or so ago, an old friend and I stayed up all night contemplating our ages when we met. I was in 6th grade. He was in 7th. It was scary to think that my children are not too far from those ages. It's even scarier when at 31, I look back with the people I caused trouble with and realize what exactly I was doing at that young age and what I need to mentally prepare myself for as a parent. My friend thinks it's hilarious. He's clearly not yet a parent. I'm terrified....
