<sigh> I know they are fun. I know I went to them when I was a kid. But crimenentlies*, they are torture for the parents. Christian only invited 4 boys, but we were awakened at 4:15 a.m. by the sound of them playing darts in the game room directly below our bedroom. I went downstairs to find Christian sleeping soundly on the couch, his hands & feet duct-taped together. There was also a can of shaving cream there, but mercifully I don't think it was used at any time. The other four monsters -- er, I mean boys, were running around the room, doing what I don't know. I told them this was a SLEEPover and they needed to settle down and sleep. To the best of my knowledge they did, and slept until 10 a.m.
And to extend the torture, Lisa is having a sleepover next Friday night with TEN girls. What am I nuts???? TEN screaming, giggling girls. Tune in next week to see if Mom survives the insanity.
*Some weird expression my mom used to use. As in, "Crimenentlies, can't you clean up your room?"