Guest blogger Lizzie: The most favorite of all things in my 9-year-old daughter's world is The Sleepover. There's rarely a week that passes without her having planned one with her best friend. "Mom, can I spend tomorrow night at Angel's?" she asks, every single Thursday (well, almost). "If it's OK with her mom, it's OK with me," I say. I have uttered those words on a weekly basis since the kindergarten days. I should feel bad that she would rather spend the night out than have a friend spend the night in -- but I don't. I love my daughter, but having her out of the house is like a mini-vacation for me and my husband. The house is less chaotic. Quiet. Enjoyable, even. (And we have two other kids!)
Angel, of course, is always welcome here, and we have tried to have her sleep over --but get this: She's scared. Of what, I don't know. Maybe our house has a creepy mojo. What I do know is that every time she's tried, we end up getting a tap-tap-tap on the shoulder at 1 AM and a request to drive her back to safety. We don't even bother inviting anymore.
It's unfortunate that Angel's mother does an unfair share of the hosting duties, but we have an understanding. She insists that when my kid is there, it's like a mini-vacay for them, too, as when their daughter is occupied with ours, it's like she's not even there. I get it.
So really, it's like both families have a revolving door of sleepovers, with my daughter doing the revolving. But since it works for both of us, who am I to complain?
Are your kids as crazy about sleepovers as mine is?