My DS was 10 on Tuesday. He wanted to "be dropped in the forest with a tent and some friends, so they could have a 2 night adventure."
5 (plus DS) have ended up at a sleepover in our lounge. 2 of them kept talking until 12, so I sat on the stairs until 1, when they all went quiet. Then I heard 2 of them at 5. I am back on the bloody stairs. There is no way I'm sending them home at 9, with 4 hours sleep. They are all back asleep, except one that keeps trying to wake the others up!
I am literally posting this to say "Arggghhhhhh". I will stay on these stairs until 7 if I have to. No more sleepovers, ever. Not until they are 18. Not until they have their own house. Not until hell freezes over. (Until you say anything I do realise this is impossible.)
He shares a birthday with his friend. His friend had a sleepover last week.
I formally apologise to my Mum. The sleepovers might have been amazing when I was a kid. We might still laugh about the stuff that happened, even now. I am so sorry! I'm sorry for the time I woke you up at 3am and "just to let you know, we are going up to the rec to play football." "NO YOU ARE NOT."
For the time I woke my baby sister up at 5am, even though we were in the garden in a tent.
For the time you picked me up at 4am because I had lost my money and I couldn't get a taxi (I wasn't ten by then.)
My children are never, ever going out. They will be home by 7 every night.
We had even considered DC4. I am NOT doing broken nights/no sleep again. DH is getting the snip tomorrow. (He will be getting up at 7 to take over and feed them by the way.)
Rant over. I am sorry for all other parents who have had no sleep tonight, for whatever reason. Hats off to those who do this every night. Sod this for a game of soldiers. (Yet another phrase I have taken from my mum, which amuses my DH.)
I have had 4 hours sleep.
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