Saturday, October 23, 2010

Ahhh...the joys of boys...

Sort of anyway.


On Friday night, young lad asked if he could have his friend "T" sleep over on Saturday night.
Well, I immediately kicked right into "mama mode" and said that I needed to talk to - and to meet - "T's" mother first before I would give them any decision.
I ended up meeting her that evening... and came to find out that I already knew her, (she cares for special needs kids as well) so I ended up saying "yes" to the sleepover.


And then kicked myself all night long because I knew what I was getting myself into.
I knew it because I've "been there, done that" before. With 3 teenagers, how could I not have?
There would be copious amounts of food and drink... the smell of dueling farts... and raucous and sleep-depriving noise all night long.


By Saturday night, I was still sort of undecided as to what I was going to do...
Do I stay up all night and keep an eye on things while pretending that I wasn't... (the least favorite of my choices) or do I just make sure there's plenty of food in the fridge, make sure the insurance is up-to-date, have the fire extinguisher handy, and then leave it all in the hands of God - while I got some shut-eye?


Okay... I went for the "hands of God" option.
You knew that I would, didn't you?


They also asked if we could drop them off at the Sunday market this morning, so that they could have a bit of a wander around, and when I asked what time, they said... "hmmm... about 12 o'clock?"

Nah... that won't work, boys. Since the market shuts down at 1 o'clock you won't have enough time to see everything - so how about we make it 9:30 or 10 instead?
With a small amount of eye-rolling (it's a teenagers job, after all) they agreed.


Now somewhere in the back of their empty little male teenager minds, they knew that a late, late night would keep 'em from sleeping in this morning, so low and behold, when I got up at 12:50 to go to the toilet, all the lights, tv's, xboxes, PS 2's radio's and all were shut off... and the only sound I could hear was two boys snoring in tandem.

I won't even begin describe my kitchen though.
And you'll probably be grateful that I didn't.


How 2 teenage boys could go through half a Costco sized jar of peanut butter and 2 loaves of bread is beyond me, not to mention the chips and salami and assorted cookies not to mention having used a different plate for each snack...
But I guess it was a small price to pay for not having to call the insurance company.

Or having to use the fire extinguisher.



But while they're off to the market this morning, I'm goin' back to bed.
Just because I can.


And when they get home, they can clean the kitchen, and the room...



This is NOT the room.

You know how I can tell? Young lads backpack is a totally different color.

8 comments:

Karen Deborah said...

Tatersmama you are the coolest smartest mom ever! I salute you ten hut!!!

Pam said...

Oh girly sleepovers are much more fun. All the nail polish and make up. I like the cosmetic cloud that forms over the house.

HermitJim said...

As long as the boys didn't burn down the house, and there's some food left...and Momma is not being held hostage, all is well!

Glad you made it through the sleep-over fairly well!

thecottagebythecranelakeolof1 said...

That worked out just great then! What´s a ´"little" mess compared to what could have happened :-):-)

Have a great day now!
Christer.

Roslyn said...

Whew that was easier than you thought! Oh the days of teenage males you described it perfectly, Katie.

Marjie said...

Wait! Are you sure these are not 50 year olds in teenager suits? Lucky break for you!

Becky said...

You are a great Mom, no doubt about it! I'm sure they had a blast!

Nancy M. said...

What a cool "mom" you are! I know what you mean about boys, especially teenage ones! I have 2 living with me right now and I wonder how either one of them will ever find girlfriends. They are so gross and enjoy the grossness and smelliness. Weird!


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