We finally met our neighbors a few weeks ago. They have two daughters, ages 10 and 6, and Sarah love, love, loves them. She always wants to go and play with them. She finally talked me into letting her go over and ask if they could play yesterday. She played for hours and came home (when I finally went over and dragged her home) happy as a clam. She woke up bright and early this morning at 7:00 am (seriously? on a Saturday?) and wanted to rush right back over to play. Mean mom that I am, I said no. While I tried to continue sleeping on her bed while she and Zach quietly played, she packed up a suitcase and purse and backpack for the sleepover she announced she would be heading off to for two Sundays. She hauled all of the stuff to the door to await the sleepover. The following is a list of must-haves for a two Sunday sleepover:
- 2 princess puzzles
- 2 princess hangers
- 5 pairs of socks
- 3 pairs of underwear
- pillow
- black dress shoes
- sandals
- 2 dresses
- 2 shirts
- skirt
- 3 pairs of pajamas
- 14 granola bars
- stuffed lamb belonging to the neighbors
- carrying case for granola bars
- princess purse
- complete tea set
- 5 sparkly hair scrunchies
- polly pocket doll and mouse belonging to the neighbors
- doll hair brush
- barrette
- headband
- large seashell
- nerds in a tictac container
- large stuffed cat
- small stuffed dog
- box of gobstoppers
She asked dozens of times throughout the day if she could go over and play with the girls. Finally, after lunch, her father took her to play in the playroom in our building where she found (hooray!) the two girls. They played happily for hours in the playroom, at their apartment, and at our apartment. About 8:00 they brought her home. Sarah came inside, frowned, and announced that the sleepover had been cancelled. Thank heavens their mother put the kabosh on it and saved me from having to be the mean mom of the year. I wasn't planning on letting it take place either.
We finally met our neighbors a few weeks ago. They have two daughters, ages 10 and 6, and Sarah love, love, loves them. She always wants to go and play with them. She finally talked me into letting her go over and ask if they could play yesterday. She played for hours and came home (when I finally went over and dragged her home) happy as a clam. She woke up bright and early this morning at 7:00 am (seriously? on a Saturday?) and wanted to rush right back over to play. Mean mom that I am, I said no. While I tried to continue sleeping on her bed while she and Zach quietly played, she packed up a suitcase and purse and backpack for the sleepover she announced she would be heading off to for two Sundays. She hauled all of the stuff to the door to await the sleepover. The following is a list of must-haves for a two Sunday sleepover:
3 comments:
This is hilarious!! My girls are going to hate that I have a no sleepover policy. I'll always be #1 mean mommy.
I see a future of excellent food storage for Dear Sarah.
On the very, very off chance that we accidentally have a child, I think I will constantly threaten to send them to mean Aunt Alicia's house to be disciplined if they don't obey. I'm sure that will utterly terrify them.
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