Thanks to the phonebooks, this weekend progressed into the kids' first sleepovers. I find it amusing that the kids want to each have someone sleepover. Hello, you're twins. You have a sleepover every single night. But whatever.
Since this was our first official sleepover (not a "Mommy and Daddy need a break and we called Julz(HOLLA!) and you get to stay at her house yayyyyyy!") A full blown blind-date, if you will, as a matter of fact, neither sleep over pal had ever even been to our house. So, I cleaned for the approval of the parents, and cps, when the parents called them to confirm a visit. My cleaning is not my uh, strong suit is all I'm sayin. And I cooked for the approval of the kids.
Also, considering my, uh, impatience with small children, in preparation, I scheduled a massage, acupuncture and a couple of proactive therapy sessions. Children and horses can smell my fear. And it's as if they look at me as if to ask themselves, "How can I destroy this woman?" - Horses and children alike ask themselves that question, trust me. So, I figured I'd do everyone a justice and allow one sleepover for one kid on Friday night, and then the other on Saturday night. If they each had one at the same time, that'd be 4 kids, I'd probably end up hopping out of the house (becaues they would have duct-taped my ankles and wrists - I'm sure of it) run out of the house screaming something like, "FINE, HERE'S THE KEY TO THE LIQUOR CABINET YOU UNGRATEFUL BRATS!"
Lucy had her friend over first. And I was reaffirmed that girls, even the sweetest ones - because this one was a true angel and went very easy on me, are groomed at an early age to be caddy and superficial. I certainly have some work to do on that. (See upcoming post - I'm working it out in my head. So, it's gonna take a while.) Lucy's friend was a cute little girl, they had a great time.
Such a good time in fact, they didn't go to sleep until Midnight. Now, I understand that people stay up late. But children are not people. And my children in particular, thrive on two strict schedules: food and sleep. I can count the times they've stayed up past NINE O'CLOCK on ONE HAND. So, by midnight, I was dreading the 6-year-old-girl-lack-of-sleep-drama that was going to greet me all day on Saturday, and potentially Sunday, too.
Max's buddy came over on Saturday night. His parents aren't from around here (read in toothless and uneducated backwoods voice). His family moved from a west african country to avoid political persecution. We know because we asked where their accents were from when they came to meet us. They came to meet us before they left their son with us. I totally get it. Seriously, I mean, you read the blog, would you leave your child with me? Can you imagine going to another country in West Africa, living there for 10 years, and sending your pasty white child to go stay in the village down the road for a sleepover? I can't believe, after being greeted by Farley the Wonderdog, they left their son here with us. Still, they left him here. George was born here in the U.S. and you would never know his family history. He's definitely a typical 6 year-old boy though! They had so much fun.
I have determined from this little sleepover gig that boys are sweeter and have more good clean fun, for sure. We told them to getin bed and go sto sleep at 10p.m. and they DID. No questions asked. So, that was nice.
The next school day, Lucy's sleepover buddy was ready to reciprocate for a sleepover this weekend. I had to put the kabash on that. When asked if everything was okay, did something go wrong, I just asked for an extra week of sleep deprivation detox. They had so much fun, but really, we're paying for it...still, in grumpyville. They are just now getting back to their normal, well-rested drama. So, I'd like to take a mommy-mental break so that I can brace myself for the residule effects of a sleepover.
And although they had a ton of fun, I stressed in preparation for hosting the festivities to the point that I apparently wore myself out. I'm tired too! And it's WEDNESDAY! What the hell just happened?
That's how I roll.
