8:15…My friend called me last evening and asked if my youngest son could sleep over. He was already there…bathed and in bed watching t.v with them so…sure, why not!
8:30…I get my crochet purse that I’m working on, grab the phone…just in case…and sit in my bed. The big kids are running around the house being morons and imbeciles. But, since I don’t have to keep on eye on the 4 y/o…I’m going to crochet.
8:45…Through the chaos in my house, I hear voices on my front porch. I go to investigate…because that’s the kind of chick I am…NOSY…and it is MY front porch.
8:46…I see my son and my friends husband…on MY front porch. So, being the nice Mommy I am…I open the front door…despite the fact that he is supposed to be having a sleep over so…he shouldn’t even be here…on MY front porch!
Him: Mommy…I had a sleepover.
Me: Oh yeah? Did you sleep?
Him: No. I watched t.v.
Him again: Mommy…next time, I think I’ll stay a little longer, OK?
Me: Sure. Maybe next time, you’ll stay for 2 hours!!
OK, so, in his defense…he’s only slept out twice. One time when he was an infant…and that was disastrous. And another time a couple of years ago…which wasn’t so great either.
I think it’s because he needs his lovey. And, the problem with that is…his lovey is STILL my left arm…which is still attached to my body.
Apparently, in order for him to actually sleep out…I’ll have to be packed in his sleepover bag!!