Remember the sleepovers from when you were a kid? Excitement, anticipation, tons of laughter and no sleep (hence the name SLEEPover)?
One of the things that was on my summer-to-do list was to have a sleepover with Kai. His loft bed allows room for a guest underneath, so why not Mommy? The sleepover was much anticipated: days in advance he managed to tell me that “Friday we’re going to have a sleepover party”. Yep, it was all going to be so much fun. I have to admit that I was probably just as much looking forward to it as Kai was. The whole family had a movie night that night, so after some “Kung Fu Panda Fighting” it was time head to bed.
We read our story, we laughed and had a little tickle fight and then the exhaustion (caused mainly by the anticipated excitement) set in for my Little Man and he fell asleep.
And then I woke up. In the same position as when I realized that Kai had fallen asleep. I moved “downstairs” and continued (what promised to be a long night’s) sleep. Kai sleeps on average 11 hours/night, so even though the goal of the sleepover was to have a fun experience with my son, I also knew that it probably meant a long night’s sleep, given that I went to bed significantly earlier than usually. A long night’s sleep… until you’re a parent, you have no idea how amazingly awesome that concept is.
The sweet fantasy lasted until 12:30am when the neighborhood was awoken by a helicopter with search light hanging over our house. With eyes wide open I lay there, hoping it would just be “en route” to a (preferably) far-away destination. No such luck. Its destination was the property bordering the back yard of my neighbor across the street. It flew around and around in circles, ordering to the resident of the particular house to come out with his hands up in the air. Dude, if you’re stupid enough to break the law, break it during office hours so, you won’t be such a pain in the butt to your neighbors who are trying to sleep.
The child slept straight through it. Mama didn’t. I ended up watching TV with the Hubster until all commotion had ended and things had quieted down again. Approximately an hour (though it felt like forever). To bed I returned, only to be woken up by hugs, cuddles and kisses the next morning. LOVE.
Despite the rude interruption of my precious sleep, the sleepover was a success. Fun enough for Papa to now want to have a sleepover at Kai’s some time soon. He can’t stay far behind with this toddler fun you know…
Until the next time,
Savor food, savor family, savor life.
- Marieke, aka HRH Mommy
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