Daryl had his first sleepover party Friday night, with four of his closest friends. The last sleepover party (being distinguished from just having a friend or two over) was 3 or 4 years ago for Jane.
Let me just say that boys are waaaaaaaayyyyyy different from girls. The biggest mishap with the girls was when someone dropped their nail polish bottle and some of the polish splattered out all over the we-don’t-care-about-it-30-year-old-linoleum floor in a room marked for remodeling. And it was easily cleaned up.
The boys… well… the boys had a lot of energy. And they were loud. They opened presents while my husband and I were back in our bedroom trying to get a little quiet time while we ate our pizza.
They went outside before it got dark. I stepped out to check on them just in time to see a boy throw something that made a clunk as it stuck into a piece of plywood on the ground. The other two exclaimed in delight and I began to suspect that… surely not…
“What are you guys doing?”
“Oh, just throwing a sharp piece of wood to see if it’ll stick.”
“Are you sure it’s not a sharp piece of metal?”
Yep. They were throwing a knife. A long, former kitchen knife whose handle had seen better days that they found… somewhere… After that, they moved to pushing a large tub of water down the slide to see what would happen. Eventually, they returned to the house.
Where a boy promptly got himself trapped in the bathroom. A mechanism in the doorknob had broken. We tried to disassemble the knob from the hallway but weren’t successful. My husband then went outside and instructed the boy to open the window. He then fed tools in to the kid, who followed his instructions to finish disassembling the knob from the inside. The door still wouldn’t release, until we saw what part was broken and compensated for it.
Freed from the bathroom, he rejoined the others, who were having yet another epic battle in that slated-for-remodel room that suffered a nail polish spill a few years earlier. There was a rubber Minecraft sword, a rubber Minecraft pick ax, a couple of thin plastic swords, a wooden sword, and a “whip” that was actually the long plastic tube for some toy. There were also projectiles: a football and my two exercise weight balls. I quickly reminded them that there was pottery and glassware all over that room and I’d appreciate them not throwing heavy objects at each other.
The office chair that sits at our computer was used as a tank of sorts, with kids using it to glide quickly across the battlefield. Until it broke. When someone jumped on it. We hated that chair but we weren’t necessarily ready to replace it.
During the night, they decided to add ice cubes to the bowl of Hershey almond nuggets. So much for using the leftover candy for party favors for Hal’s party. They also spilled stuff – just water, I think – on the rug and scattered candy all over the place.
And made a lot of noise. I mean, a lot.
We told them at midnight that we were going to bed and they needed to try to keep it down. I went in and reminded them again at 1:30. And 2:00. And 2:20. And 2:55. And 3:10.
By 3:30, I was fed up and desperate. I stomped back into the living room and said, “Look. I’m sorry. But it’s time to turn off the TV, turn off the lights, and be quiet. I mean, quiet. No sound. I’m done. I have another birthday party to run today and I need my sleep!”
Of course, they were dead to the world the next morning. I was dead to the world for the entire day. Shoot, maybe the entire weekend. Somehow, though, I managed to pull off Hal’s party that afternoon with only a few minor mishaps. Like buying cups when I was serving Caprisuns. And forgetting candles and a lighter. And not bringing bowls for the grapes and cheese crackers. Yet bringing forks even though they were eating cupcakes.
By the end of the day Saturday, I had also managed to confirm that none of the boys from Daryl’s party had accidentally ended up with one of the other boy’s Xbox controller. And it was definitely not in my living room. So it looks like the cost of the party will be increased by the cost of replacing the controller. And the office chair. And the bathroom doorknob.
Oh, well. At least he had a good time. And I truly wish him the best of luck in convincing me to ever do it again.