The Calm Before the Storm
Tomorrow is a big day. My son turns seven and he invited three of his rowdiest, I mean "closest" friends to celebrate and spend the night. I don't understand the celebratory nature of the sleepover, but it is entirely possible that I am behind the times on this issue.
For me sleepover is like the seventh circle of hell, assuming that the seventh is the one that has the hottest flames and the loudest residents. As soon as the sleepover starts, I start counting down to its end. Out loud.
My friend said it best when she asked why can't everyone just sleep at their own damn house. I am still waiting for the answer. My daughter is fleeing our house to my parents' for a boy-free safety zone.
We've already established that I'm not getting the $850 cake. I am getting a Carvel cake instead and sticking some Pokemon figures on them. I hope that none of the celebrants tries to eat them.
We will have pizza.
We will play the Wii which my husband will try to set up earlier in the day. Look for my entry entitled "The Eighth Circle of Hell" coming soon to the blog near you on that topic!
We will make many, many jokes that involve bodily functions.
I hope that at some point they will sleep. I hope that no one throws up. And I hope that they suddenly decide that it's more fun to sit quietly and discuss "Captain Underpants" than it is to run all over the apartment at breakneck speed and destroy everything on sight.
Wish me luck.
For me sleepover is like the seventh circle of hell, assuming that the seventh is the one that has the hottest flames and the loudest residents. As soon as the sleepover starts, I start counting down to its end. Out loud.
My friend said it best when she asked why can't everyone just sleep at their own damn house. I am still waiting for the answer. My daughter is fleeing our house to my parents' for a boy-free safety zone.
We've already established that I'm not getting the $850 cake. I am getting a Carvel cake instead and sticking some Pokemon figures on them. I hope that none of the celebrants tries to eat them.
We will have pizza.
We will play the Wii which my husband will try to set up earlier in the day. Look for my entry entitled "The Eighth Circle of Hell" coming soon to the blog near you on that topic!
We will make many, many jokes that involve bodily functions.
I hope that at some point they will sleep. I hope that no one throws up. And I hope that they suddenly decide that it's more fun to sit quietly and discuss "Captain Underpants" than it is to run all over the apartment at breakneck speed and destroy everything on sight.
Wish me luck.
posted by Marinka at
9:47 AM
3 Comments:
Actually, I think you will be horrified that what they mostly do is watch mesmerized while they each take their turn at video games. Then we can have the post about whether or not videogames actually use up brain cells...which they don't, but their behavior does make you wonder sometimes.
Have fun! I hope you know we are all extremely disappointed not to get a report on how great an $850 Pokemon cake tastes!
Please, please tell us that you will be blogging live from the slumber party! I've had a lousy day, and I seriously need to hear this!
Oh no about the lousy day, sofie! I could tell you that I will blog live, but it won't be true! Not least because they will be sleeping/battling right where the computer is! Perhaps you see my problem?
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