The thing about having twelve elementary school age boys for a sleepover (almost a month late for Jonathan’s 9th birthday): THE VOLUME NEVER TURNS DOWN.
Events like this find me in a state of heightened anxiety awareness, feeling like I need to make every effort to stay ahead of whatever is happening - trying to anticipate the crowd mentality and movement, so as not to let the party activities swing from light saber battles to burning the neighbors’ houses to the ground. Because I don’t think our insurance covers that.
I’ve made it through pizza, presents, brownies and ice cream. They’re pajama’d and in sleeping bags by the fire watching Star Wars so loudly that I can follow every line of dialogue from my bedroom upstairs. Which is, by the way, where I am. In my bed. Because in our house, the division of duties goes like this: Official Party Business? Mom. Amoebalike Mob of Wrestling, Giggling, Sword-Wielding Hyper Boys? Definitely Dad.
See you in the morning, honey…
is it not at least slightly better than a dozen screaming girls?
hmm…i might say "different" - not sure i’d say "better…" : )
I shoulda sent the kid with gunpowder and matches. Then it would have been a party!
Lothar, an editorial note: not sure if you saw the ‘Darth’ comment (top right corner) - but that was straight out of the mouth of said kid…
i’m fairly certain that anxiety was the correct word. next time we’ll load you up with xanax or better yet, find you a nice room at the holiday inn express.
in our experience, its not a real party until someone goes to the ER.
love the new theme… totally rocks!
I found it! I found it!
I think Wylie had the best time ever at that party- his first mass sleep-over!
berit, i’m glad you like the new theme. i totally blew up the dramatic last night, and i couldn’t get the old one, delictio, to work again…