With the kids safe and sound (and supposedly asleep), we decided to take full advantage of our short window of freedom. We called some friends and headed out to party like rock stars. Well, if you know us at all, you know we’re not that adventurous, but we did play Guitar Hero until well past one in the morning. And so, as we fell into bed around two, we were blissfully happy knowing we could sleep as late as we wanted without any middle of the night potty runs or water requests. That was the idea anyway.
The trouble started at 4 AM when my Mom called us to come get Luke. He was completely done with the sleepover and was coming home. So there I go, in my pajamas and slippers to rescue my five year old from the monsters that live at his grandma’s house.
He was so sweet standing there in his pajamas and coat, his eyes still red from crying. I couldn't be mad at him. So I grabbed him up and brought him home. Trying to salvage the night, I fell asleep thinking at least we only had one kid to deal with in the morning, no problem.
I realized I was wrong before dawn when Luke was wide-awake and very excited about Christmas Eve. In his mind, we had a lot to do to get ready for Santa. In my mind, I was desperate for sleep and couldn’t believe what was happening to our perfect night/day off.
Max joined us a little later but things weren’t quite right and they fought and fussed all day. It got so bad the “if you don’t behave I’m calling Santa” line was used more than once.
Finally, after they fell asleep during the Christmas Eve service, I called my mom and asked her when they went to bed the night before. “11:30” she said, as though that is the normal time for a 3 and 5 year old to go to bed. “What!” I screamed, my head spinning around about three times. “Why did they go to bed so late?” “We were just watching a movie,” my mom continued, confused that I was upset.
After five minutes of this, I gave up in defeat. I did, however, come to several conclusions.
1) No more sleepovers until Luke can drive himself home.
2) There’s no such thing as free babysitting.
3) I’m too old to stay out until two in the morning; I don’t care how much fun it is to play Guitar Hero.
How cool is this guy? I'm still smitten.
1 comment:
Oh, wow, that's awful! Your mom needs to take lessons from my mom on grandchild sleepovers. Mom has had 16 years of experience and she has it DOWN. Jack sleeps better and later at her house than at home!! She even had all 6 grandkids spend the night Thanksgiving night and everyone slept. Maybe you need to have your mom keep them MORE so they can get used to it and the novelty of them being there will wear off and she will appreciate bed time the way WE (the parents) do!!
Go, Merk, on that guitar. He obviously missed his calling!
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