And that was where it all started to unravel. The parents had gone away, leaving the 17 year old brother of the boys friend to look after them…some other 13 year olds, plus some fourteen year old friends of the friend’s sister. I think. Bed time, it transpires was about 6.30 in the morning.
For sure, I’m grateful that there was no alcohol involved, and nothing more addictive than X-Box 360 was consumed. And in general, I can’t deny that there appears to have been no shenanigans of any sort. So as all night parties go, this goes straight to the top of my list of things not to worry about.
But a boy who hasn’t had more than a few moments sleep is a very grumpy beast indeed. Saturday was largely devoted to the boy snoozing whenever he got a moment…and the car journey to Brighton was a good long snooze. But even an early night on Saturday, didn’t make up for it, so Sunday was full on ‘Kevin’ (Harry Enfield) mode. And as we were traipsing round the shops trying to buy imaginative, desirable presents, it made for a fairly grim weekend.
It’s a right of passage I suppose...and that is reward in itself. But as we ate pizza for lunch on Sunday, I was left thinking about how many more rights of passage I've got to look forward to. Uuurgh, there seems to be a long list...
And he does look quite sweet in the picture I took as he lay in front of the open fire…even if he has promised to remove parts of my body if I show it to any body. So please don't look.
At what? Picture? What picture?
ReplyDeleteCould be any slumbering 'Kevin' to the uninitiated!
ReplyDeleteI think a piccie is the least he owes you.
One of the few pleasures left to me is the bouncing on eldest child's bed when she's hungover saying in a very excited fashion
ReplyDeleteBut it is morning, look Mummy, look, Mummy, I'm awake, play with me now, let's do drawing, let's play shops etc etc etc in a manner not been heard for at least 14 years !!!
Revenge is a long time coming, but it is sweet
Poor thing. I feel sorry for him and for you! Some people - friends of a friend...ended up on national TV because their house had been wrecked, nay, destroyed because the party had been posted on the 'net. I agree with you. Could have been a lot worse....
ReplyDeleteI only looked when you weren't looking! Ah bless. I don't know why sleepovers are so called because the last thing the kids do is sleep. Kay always comes home from such things ready to drop as they did not get to sleep till 6am and then got woken up by the friend's parents at 8am! Rites of passage? Yes, I guess you have several sleepless nights yourself ahead of you in the future!!
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