At first, we couldn’t believe our luck. There was no way this could be happening to us both girls invited to sleep over’s on the very same night? Happy Dance! Now, don’t get all judgey on me. Unless there is a wedding or a big fat trip (once every six years) Hubby and I get about one evening alone in the house per year; sans kids. I love my girls but this was a super special treat to have them off having a great time and us ALONE in the house! Again with the Happy Dance. Doo do doo.
Delivered dear daughters to their sleepover and the night was ours. We were free to -drink-dance-party! Um, we didn’t do those things
because we are old. We put the top down on the convertible, went and bought the highest calorie ice cream we could find, and ended the evening out with a moonlit drive. Back home, a late night movie and we just enjoyed the quiet. We’re all kinds of crazy like that. Truthfully this a perfect evening for me.
The next morning we got up bright and early and went to pick up our little darlings. I have to tell you something…they were not the same little people we had dropped off the night before!
Our sweet, polite, fun loving, playful girls had been replaced by dirty, sweaty, whining, crying, snivelling, exhausted beasts. I insisted they have a nap. They told me they were not tired. I encouraged them to rest in front of the TV, they cried and emphatically told me they didn’t need to rest. Too tired to eat, every word a whine, tears, fights, and more tears. My two pre-teens had turned back into toddlers acting like they had missed their nap times. Hysterical and happy one moment, blubbering puddles of snot the next.
I reached my breaking point with these tiny little creatures who had turned our sunny pool day into a scene from Super Nanny, and ordered them to their rooms. (I needed a time out.)
Then I started wondering
bitching to my husband, are sleepovers worth it? Yes, Hubby and I had a fabulous relaxed worry free date night, but at what cost? My sweet girls were two exhausted drama queens…ruined for the day…and they took the rest of this family along for the ride.
Honestly, I might be the first Mama in the Suburbs who plays a brand new card from the parenting deck and declares…No More Sleep Over’s.