It started off innocuously enough. I asked C what she wanted to do for her 6th birthday party. “Sleepover” she said. Great idea really. So I told her she could invite as many as 4 girls over. But then her Godmother got into me, and convinced me 10, maybe 15 was reasonable. And for some reason I agreed.
So I invited every girl in her kindergarten class. And it wasn’t until the RSVPs came rolling in that I started to go cold. What had I done?
The parents were all very grateful. They also asked if I was insane. Many of the girls had never done a sleepover before. Several get night terrors. But F it. Go big or go home. We were pot committed and we rolled out the celebration. In fact, since C and I basically share a birthday, I thought that one bad decisions deserved another and rolled my birthday party into the same night. What could possibly go wrong?
Actually, I kept my invites on the light side (9 all told, plus family). And the ides was having some extra adults to rub backs and sooth kids would be a good idea.
The girls started to arrive at 4. By 4:15 it was earsplitting. But I force marched the girls to the trampoline and made them bounce. My only hope for bedtime. Meanwhile, I had ribs sharing time with pizzas in the oven. My friends came in at 5:30- I showed them to the back yard. At 7, girls were eating pizza, friends were having cocktails and adult food. Rolled out the cake at 8. I’ve learned and already informed who would get the flowers (pro tip – when getting a cake made, get one flower for each girl or you will be hurting). They really only eat the icing. Some girls went with the green tea mochi option, which is a whole other story. They sang happy birthday to C in Spanish, English and Japanese, because San Francisco. Then they watched Annie. Not the PC Annie with Jamie Foxx. No, the one with racially insensitive “Punjab”, an over sexualized Carol Brunette, and Tim Curry who still creeps me out.
They are 6 and pajamas are awesome, so no problem getting them all dressed. Then I told them they all needed to use the potty. I never anticipated that all 11 of them would try and go in there at once. I am a smart man. I didn’t even try to corral that, stop that or intervene. I just let it roll and prayed for the best.
So, around 9:30, I read three books – even rolled out Where the Sidewalk Ends for old times sake. Then G, K and I turned the light off and rubbed backed like whack a mole. Girl pops up, rub. Someone is restless- rub.
We had 2 defectors. Both first time sleep over. “I want to go home”. F that. No one is going home. I had to spoon one. The other we switched rooms. They were out relatively easily. All told 30 minutes and we had 11 snores.
So I went down stairs and had birthday bourbon. And chatted with friends will 1. I did it. Largely. At 4am, one gets up, freaking about her lost dolphin. I contained the wildfire through, tossed her into my bed with K, found the dolphin and we all slept until 7. The girls weren’t that bad. Fed them waffles and it was great to see the parents and have coffee at 9.
Not a bad day. Happy Birthday C. 6 is awesome.