Mom Survives Son’s First Sleepover

Mom Survives Son’s First Sleepover
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Instead of a big bash with lots of guests and a big mess to clean up afterwards, I decided on something more low key for Vincent’s 6th birthday party . . . or so I thought.

I told Vincent about having a slumber party and his excitement was overwhelming. Two weeks before the big night, all Vincent could talk or ask about was when Michael and Ethan were coming over.

Here’s what happened the day of the party:

9 a.m.

The day of the sleepover starts with Vincent asking me again when Michael and Ethan were coming. Later in the day, I tell Vincent.

9:45 a.m.

“Mommy, is it time for Ethan and Michael to come over?” asked Vincent.

“No, honey. It won’t be till 5.”

10 minutes later

“When are my friends coming?” Vincent asked.

“Later, honey,” I said.

After lunch

“I can’t wait till Ethan and Michael come over, Mommy,” Vincent said.

“Yes, me too.”

“Mommy? When are Ethan and Michael coming over?”

My frustration mounts.

“Vincent, I told you, they are coming over at 5.”

“Oh, I forgot.” Six-year-olds forget a lot, especially mine.

5 p.m. (Thank God)

Michael and Ethan show up all smiles. Ethan’s mom tells me it’s all he could talk about. And I totally understand where she’s coming from.

The rest of the night

After pizza, William and I take the boys to a nearby park. And then we head to Sweet Willow’s Creamery.

The boys spend the next couple hours playing Wii downstairs.

So far, I am pleasantly surprised there are no incidents or fights among them.

9:30 p.m.

“Boys, it’s time to head up to Vincent’s bedroom. You can play there the rest of the night,” I said.

When the boys get upstairs, I show them where everyone would be sleeping.

“Look, they built a tent in your room!” Ethan yelled to Vincent.

“That’s so cool!” Michael chimed in.

I always made forts to sleep in when I had sleepovers. This drove my parents crazy with the mess I was making, but I wanted to ensure Vincent’s sleepover included one.

9:40 p.m.

William and I head downstairs to watch a movie and leave the boys to play on their own.

11 p.m.

William and I can hear the boys still playing upstairs. William heads up and checks on them and Michael says he’s tired and ready for bed.

“I turned the lights off and told them it’s relaxing time now,” William told me, walking back downstairs.

11:05 p.m.

Ethan comes downstairs.

“Uh, Michael is playing the drums on my back and I can’t get to sleep.” Ethan told William and me.

“OK, Ethan, I’ll come up and make sure Michael doesn’t bother you,” I said.

I head upstairs to the Vincent’s room.

“Hey, Michael, try and leave Ethan alone, so he can get some sleep.”

“OK, but Ethan was making funny faces in his sleep,” Michael informs me.

“That’s OK, Michael. Everyone, it’s bedtime so try and get some sleep.”

I head back downstairs to William.

12:30 a.m.

The boys are still talking.

1:30 a.m.

Still talking . . . I think to myself, I wonder what 6-year-old boys talk about?

2:30 a.m.

Silence . . .

William and I walk upstairs to pass out. I don’t even remember how the movie ended we were watching.

7 a.m.

The boys are wide awake and talking. I, on the other hand, am not so wide awake.

I manage to make the boys breakfast and myself a big cup of coffee.

I don’t know how kids do it (the whole energy thing that is).

Ethan’s mom and dad arrive later in the morning and ask how things went.

“Great, the boys all got along,” I told them.

Michael is the last one to leave and again I tell his mom how nice the boys played with each other.

Vincent’s first sleepover was a success — and over. I might be sleep deprived, but it was worth all the smiles I got from three very well-behaved boys.

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