Warning.....a post that sounds suspiciously like a rant coming up!
My son had a friend over for a sleepover last night. I've met this kid a few times and he's been here to play before, but I have to say he's not my favourite kid, so maybe that colours my judgement but still!
It all starts in the organisation stages. Even when he is asking if he can come over here because his mother is going out, his mother doesn't even have the courtesy to ring me to make arrangements. Everything is all done through the kids. No different for a sleepover. After numerous messages from my son, I ring her up to make arrangements to take him home from school when I pick my own child up, check with her that there is nothing that the child can't eat, shouldn't do etc etc. All clear!
So I pick the kids up, and they go and start playing. Being boys, playing involves wrestling, punching, squashing each other etc etc. Leave each other alone for goodness sake!
Dinner time - What do you want for dinner, other than McDonald's. Pizza? I don't like pizza. Chicken? I don't like chicken. Well how about I cook pasta. I mean you can't go wrong with pasta can you? So I cook pasta and put a very plain tomato pasta sauce on it. First of all he doesn't want to eat because he's not hungry, even though 20 minutes before they were both going where's dinner. then, he doesn't like the sauce. I don't want to eat it. Sulk, sulk, sulk. Fine...I'll cook more damn pasta and you can eat it plain.
As a treat I thought I would take them to the ice cream parlour, but it took so darn long to eat dinner that that is now closed so we'll go through the drive thru for ice cream instead. But I want a sundae - you can both have the same thing. Oooooohhhhh. Even in the car they need to be fighting each other.
More playing, wrestling, start throwing things around the room. That got stopped pretty quickly but now they are both sulking. Arrgghh.
Getting close to bedtime. You can have a shower, clean up the toys and go to bed. I don't want a shower. I want a bath, but I don't want to share a bath. I want to go first..no, I want to go first. Just get in the friggin' shower.
Surprisingly enough, they both went to sleep soon enough.
Okay, so pasta was a problem for dinner, but breakfast has to be pretty safe doesn't it?
What do you want for breakfast? There's Weetbix, Cornflakes, Oats, FibrePlus. I don't like any of those. All right then...how about toast? I don't like toast. Okay, do you just want some bread with jam on? What flavour jam? Strawberry or Raspberry. I don't like either of those flavours. Do you want eggs or something then. No. Oh for god's sake, you can have breakfast when you go home to your house then!
I had said to them that we could make cards this morning. My son loves to do it, and I thought it would be fun. I don't want to. Friggin' fine....watch the damn TV then. I am going for a shower.
68 minutes to go - there's always tears when someone gets hurt! It was bound to happen!
49 minutes to go - child is still not dressed, hasn't eaten.
40 minutes to go - it's only 10.20am. Is it too early for me to open a bottle of wine or a beer? Especially bearing in mind I have to drive to go and vote at our state election today.
22 minutes to go - is it wrong to be counting down? Would it be wrong of me to take the child home before the agreed time?
17 minutes to go - more tears. But I wanted to play with that. But I had it first.
10 minutes to go - Both of you.....CLEAN YOUR FRIGGING TEETH NOW!!!
6 minutes to go - Through gritted teeth...I said clean your teeth and pack your clothes up.
Child has been taken home. Apparently he had a good time.
It's going to take me all weekend to recover! LOL!!