Seven: Eleven
I lost my ten-year-old son this past week.
No really, I did. I don't have one anymore. I do, however, have an eleven-year-old son; and for a shining moment (which felt like eternity), I also had 6 of his closest friends here for a sleep-over. (Go ahead, do the math and then nod as comprehension dawns over the title...)
They arrived yesterday after school, did a whole bunch of stuff which looked and sounded a lot like chaos, disturbed the peace of my neighbors, ate like a plague of locusts, slept briefly, and left, one by one this morning.
Before the clamoring commences, let me just squelch the rebellion by telling you there aren't any photos. Why? Because I took no photos. (I also took no prisoners though... so on balance, I'm calling it a win.) Trust me when I tell you that sugar is the enemy.
And now? Sleep beckons, and I'm far too exhausted to resist.
posted by eclectic @ 9:40 PM
29 comments
29 Comments:
Wow, you are one brave soul.
"No photos" and "sugar is the enemy".
*trembles, as there is a dark cloud over this blog*
Seven eleven year-olds and your home is still standing? How do you DO it?
I think maybe you deserve the purple heart for that one. Don't forget to send apologetic pound-cakes to all your neighbors.
congrats on your survival!
And you still had the presence of mind to post to your blog?? I'm impressed!
MW: Or stupid, not sure which. ;)
Bloggy: Have some emergency Red Hots, you'll be okay.
Jim: Pound cake! Perfect! Boy, Emily Post has nuthin over you!!
Kat!: ***bows slightly*** Thank you!
HTGT: You know how some things cause so much trauma that humans react only on instinct? Yeah, that pretty much describes it. ;)
I bow to your superior cool-momness.
Seven 11 year olds on a sleepover is the Eighth Circle of Dante's Hell. But I would still trade you for the time I had thirteen 13 year old girls. Dogs in this time zone are still tilting their heads.
I'd say if your house is still standing, nobody bled and you're son is still speaking to you....it was a success!
Jeebus Cripes! I read that first sentence and damned near fell off my chair.
Eleven? Already?? Oh, dear Lord...you had eight 11 year-olds in your house. And lived to tell the tale.
*bows down to your saintlike patience and nerves of steel*
Sorry, seven eleven year olds.
I can't count. :P
I can barely survive an entire weekend with a toddler, how did you survive 7 eleven year old boys?!?!
You are my hero.
Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY *G*!!
What one woman will do for the love of her son. Do they give medals for that sort of thing?
Happy Birthday to the eleven year old, you are a brave, brave woman.
OMG, I can't even imagine!
;0)
Sleep well
Never resist the sleep if you can... Think of me on the 23rd. We'll be having a sleepover...
I'll bet he had a fantastic birthday!
Oh dear God! This story is why I'm the aunt and not the mom. Even while I was reading, I was yelling at imaginary kids in my head. I'm forwarding this to my sister (mother of a soon-to-be 9 yr old) as a "don't-try-this-at-home" cautionary tale...
Wow. Just...wow.
Did you feel like you got punked?
Susie: Thanks, but I'm just trying to make up for my lack of Halloween bling skills. :)
Nilbo: 13 for a sleepover at age 13? Duuuude...
TysGirl: SUCCESS!!
Mo/Dis: Sorry! I didn't mean to actually scare anyone -- maybe that wasn't the best lead line afterall. :(
Q: He says, "Thanks, cool baseball trophy Person." Yeah, he's a dork... yeah, he gets it from me. :)
Squirl: Oooooh, I hope so!!
Nina: Not so brave... he did have a happy birthday, and to be truthful, they behaved extremely well; very polite, very respectful.
Shangie: I slept VERY well! And thank goodness for the long weekend.
CK: He DID! Sleepovers are a lot of fun -- I'll be thinking of you on the 23rd!!
Princess: Welcome! Yeah, good luck -- seems like we moms like to learn such lessons the hard way. ;)
Kranki: I know, eh? The sheer numbers are intimidating!
Bone: Nah... but maybe if I'd had a few more Red Hots.
Hey! We have something else in common twinnie! I lost a child this weekend too! Only I lost my 20 year old daughter...
There is no way in hell I'm old enough to have a 21 year old young woman as my child!
Twinnie: Holy Crap!! She's 21 now?!?! How fun is THAT?!? I can't wait! 7 more years...
Oh, my dear Eclectic! I remember my sons’ elevensies! But not too fondly. Good luck.
Found you through squirl. I have to say you are very brave! The most we have tried is about 5 for the night. It never ends well. Your humor in your story takes the tension outta my memories!
Well, the good news is that in just a few years (six?) you'll have another ten year-old son. That time will pass before you know it.
I remember the time I blithely agreed to help a friend supervise a birthday party for her 12-year-old son. Plus 20 of his classmates. At the bowling alley. That'll teach ya how to keep score, LOL!
Oh dear. Now you have me worried. My about to be 10 year old has asked for a sleepover birthday party - 7 girls. I'm getting cold feet already.
Cheers
I do admire you! I managed one party at home when Stumpy turned 5 and after that it was somewhere like a sports centre or bowling alley. I don't know how you managed it!
You are a saint! For so many, many reasons.
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