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In the beginning, there were no sleepovers

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My boys speak in two volumes- mumble and ear-splitting. The mumble is reserved for answering questions about homework, cleaning rooms or brushing teeth. And when you add 6 additional children to that equation you get a noise factor only compared to the background music at Abercrombie & Fitch during the holiday shopping season. At 11pm after countless rounds of nerf gun war, wrestling and XBOX, it was time to quiet the troops. At 11:30 it was time to give the troops a reminder. At 1am, they got their 3rd reminder. At 2am it was my husbands turn. When he didnt return after 5 minutes and the kids were still as loud as ever I went in as back up.


Every light was on upstairs. It seems our reminders only fed their need to stay up and make us crazy. When I walked into my oldest childs room, my husband was standing there with a look of both fear and disbelief on his face. Then I noticed what he was looking at. Candy wrappers as far as the eye could see. And in the middle of all that garbage, a very large and now, empty candy jar. The candy jar that was full of kit kats, Snickers and Hershey kisses up until this sleepover. When we asked who ate the candy and took the candy jar out of the playroom, they all stood there, chocolate covering their mouths (and my furniture!) with a look of glazed over confusion. Like a person looks when leaving a casino after 18 hours at the slot machine. But No one did it? You gotta love that about boys. They werent giving up a friend.


By 4am all was quiet. At 6:30am it started again. The noise, the running, playing, shouting, and laughing. My husband and I looked at each other in the way we did when our boys were newborns. So we did what we did back then We made coffee and made a note to schedule a vasectomy.


The last child was picked up at noon. We shut the door to our last guest and looked at each other the way we did the last time we hosted a big sleepover. And repeated to our children what we said back then Youre both grounded, go to your room!


Email Becky at becky@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

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