I’m not against sleepovers, in fact, I loved them as a kid. Who didn’t? You got to hang out with your best pals, stay up really late, eat junk food, watch terrible television, or scary movies, and tell really juicy secrets. That’s what we did as kids, and it was all fun, right?
So last weekend, when my daughter wanted two girlfriends to sleep over, I said yes. ‘Cuz I’m the cool mom. And I knew no one had anything pressing going on the next day. And we had a tough time getting acclimated to Arizona and she’s finally got a group of friends and if she wants to have a sleepover, then I’m going to let her have one.
So then, my older son asked if he could have his friend sleep over too.
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Let’s just say five teenagers in a house do not mix well at 2 a.m.
Because that’s what time my husband let all hell break loose.
Here’s what happened: Hubby settled our 10-year-old into bed around 10 p.m. and fell asleep in his bed with him. Can’t blame him – he works a hard week and he’s exhausted by Fridays. Our house is a two-story house. The kid’s bedrooms and their ‘hang-out’ spot (which would be a basement if we still lived in a place where they had basements) are all upstairs. Our bedroom is on the first floor. Hubby fell asleep upstairs. His mistake.
When I went to bed around 11:30, the girls were settled in the ‘hang-out’ room, which was where they were going to sleep. Two were almost asleep, the other one was watching Glee reruns. They were practically done for the night. Or so I thought.
The two boys were in the family room watching a movie.
I went to bed. I put earplugs in because the TV in the family room was loud.
I “thought” everyone was done for the night, down for the count.
I forgot these are teens we are talking about.
Fast-forward to 2 a.m. Hubby comes into our room and wakes me up in his sleep-induced rage-slash-fury. I feared the house was on fire.
“Did you know there are five kids awake and running around the house and it’s 2 a.m.?”
Uh, yeah. I knew. Couldn’t he tell by the way I was up joining in on the rave with the kids? Where are my fluorescent glow sticks, darn it? I thought I left them right here under my pillow!
I HAD MY HEAD UNDER THE PILLOWS AND COULDN’T HEAR A THING! I WAS DEAD TO THE WORLD!
While he was furious, I was only mildly annoyed. Yes, 2 a.m. was way too late, and the kids were being completely disrespectful by being loud and inconsiderate of us.
But … I grew up in a house where we had sleepovers and parties all of the time. He grew up as the only child until he was 7. I’m not sure he ever got a sleepover, the poor child.
They’re fun, they are what we remember as kids. Sleepovers create bonds with kids who may become the best friends you’ll have for the rest of your lives. So, while the next day, Dad gave his speech about no more sleepovers, I nodded and agreed with him that the kids were disrespectful. I will agree that we will never have three kids over on one night again, but I’m not saying NO to sleepovers forever.
Because, THAT, my friends, is simply un-American!
What’s your take on the American Sleepover? What age do you permit them and what rules do you instill?