Momlogic's Julie: When my daughter, who turns five today, told me she wanted to have a sleepover for her birthday, I thought she was nuts. When I ended up agreeing to it, everyone thought I was nuts. But I've lived to tell the tale.
I started out by having the party from 5 PM - 7 PM and putting "sleepover optional" on the invitations. I invited all the girls in her class, but I figured most would not want their kindergarteners to sleep over. Four took the plunge and agreed -- five kids total. I could handle that, couldn't I?
The actual party itself was a raging success, mainly because I hired a Princess Belle to come and run the party. She did face painting, story time, dance lesson, and even belted out two numbers from "Beauty and the Beast" at the end. Yes, she cost $200 bucks, but it was worth every penny. Also, their kindergarten teacher came, and you would have thought Angelina Jolie had walked in the room. To them, she is a bona fide celebrity. Really love her for being there.
Midway through the party, one of the pint-sized guests excitedly said, "Who else is sleepovering?" Priceless.
After the non-sleepover guests departed and goody bags had been dispersed, I figured it was time to get down to business. I sent my husband and my seven-year-old to spend the night with our best friend's house. I figured I might need the extra beds in case I needed to separate the girls for sleep purposes. Plus, for some reason, I thought the party might be easier to handle if it was "girls only." I was armed with the cell and home numbers of all the girls' parents, and was ready to call them at a moment's notice. Game on!
First it was PJs and teeth-brushing. Five five-year-old girls will squeal in excitement over anything, even princess toothpaste. Who knew.
The movie I chose to play before bed, "Kung Fu Panda," was deemed too scary 15 minutes in, so I put on an episode of "Hannah Montana" I had TiVoed the night before just in case instead. Phew. Then they requested popcorn and water. Easy enough.
At 9:20, one of the guests said she was tired and wanted to turn the TV off. Love that little girl! After a quick story, the girls were lined up in their sleeping bags at 9:30 pm and it was lights out. I was feeling pretty proud of myself until 9:35 when the first girl came in my room.
What followed was an hour and a half of more of the same -- "I'm thirsty again," "She keeps TALKING to me," "My drink spilled," and "Her breathing is bothering me." My daughter and one other girl were crashed out in their sleeping bags, but I had three determined hold-outs.
I ended up putting one in my daughter's bed, one in my son's bed, and one in my bed, and they finally all fell asleep by 11:00 PM.
Phew! What a sense of accomplishment!
I was ready for the cries and the "I want my Mommy" pleas in the middle of the night, but they never came. Other than one girl waking for a drink of water at 5:00 AM, the house was silent.
The first girl bounced out of her sleeping bag at 6:05 AM and swiftly woke up the rest of troops. Chocolate chip waffles were served, two cartoons were watched, a pillow fight was had, and then all the girls donned Hannah Montana wigs and lip-synched to "Best of Both Worlds."
The last mom rounded her kid up at 8:45 AM and the house was silent. My daughter looked up at me and said, "Thanks for the best party EVER, Mom."
Melt. Suddenly, it was all worth it.
When my seven-year-old son came home an hour later, he said, "Mommy, can I have a sleepover next?" GULP. A houseful of second grade boys??
Here we go again!