Let’s face it, sleepovers can be a total disaster. I’m fully prepared for the backlash after sharing this opinion—first, I’ll be labeled a terrible parent, and second, parents of my kids’ friends might just decide to ban their little ones from ever spending the night at my house again. (Mission accomplished! Cue my devious grin.)
Typically, the sleepover requests come rolling in on Saturday nights, right after an exhausting day filled with a horde of kids devouring my snacks, hogging all my towels, and tramping in and out of the house without a care for the screen door. I mean, who doesn’t love a few flies buzzing around, right? I adore the joyful chaos, the sound of their laughter, and even the mess they leave behind—until the sun sets, then my patience evaporates.
Once the clock strikes 10 p.m. and I slip into my comfy, saggy sweatpants (a relic from the ‘80s that have seen better days), I undergo a drastic transformation. I go from the picture-perfect suburban mom to the “please let me be” villain of the night. If your child stays over during my transformation, prepare for a wild ride.
If my kids manage to catch me off-guard before I’m fully dressed for the night and ask for a sleepover, be warned: once I cozy up on the couch, I’m not supervising anything. “Can you keep an eye on what Joey is watching? He can only see G-rated movies.” (Not happening.) “Haley can’t have sugar after 8.” (Don’t care.) “Jackson needs to be asleep early for soccer.” (Good luck with that.)
Rest assured, if your child spends the night at my place, they’ll experience the same shenanigans I did as a kid—locked in the basement with a stash of junk food, watching movies that are far too mature, and playing games like Truth or Dare until sunrise. By morning, I’ll send your little zombie back home, likely complaining about their sugar hangover.
And then there’s the dreaded 2 a.m. wake-up call from a child who suddenly misses their mom. They stand there in the dark, eerily watching me like something out of a horror flick. “What’s the matter?” I grumble. “I want to go home. I don’t feel good.” (Sniffle.) “Alright, the car keys are in the kitchen. Just move the seat up, duck if you see a cop, and tell your mom I’ll get the car in the morning.”
But let’s talk about the part I loathe the most: the expectation of breakfast the next day. Breakfast? Not in this house! You won’t find me in an apron flipping pancakes and serving up sausage. Coffee is my only offering—so if your child is craving a cup of joe, I’ll gladly hand them a mug and point them towards the Keurig.
So, if you’re wondering if my child can spend the night at your house, I’m all in! Just know they absolutely adore a hearty breakfast.
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In short, sleepovers may seem like a fun idea, but they often turn into a chaotic and exhausting experience for parents. If you share my sentiments, you’re certainly not alone!
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