THE SLEEPOVER

My son reached sleepover age a couple of years ago. For a variety of reasons, mostly because I never had enough space, Poodledoc, Jr's mother had the honor of hosting them at her house. I used to chuckle smuggly to myself about this. TOO BAD I can't host the sleepover, I'd say to her. (I am SO witty) Can I help it if I live in a phone booth?

However, since the recent departure of my roommate, I now have enough space-----for a SLEEPOVER!!!! OH, NO! Two (or more) adolescent boys at MY house. Where will they sleep? Ah, tent in the backyard? (um, don't really have a backyard) Garage? (gotta do something about that wasp problem) Basement storage room (hey, at least it's cool)? Back porch off my room? (NOT!) My son's room? (Bingo!!!) How many adolescent boys can you fit in one small room? A frightening thought. Sort of like how many adolescent boys does it take to change a light bulb: Answer--Only one, but it'll take him just a minute.....

Well, it will be an adventure, I'm sure. I always laugh at those parents out there (and you know who you are!) who expect their child to be functional the day after a sleepover. I'm not one of THOSE parents!!! But I do know this, I won't be functional. Good NIGHT, boys......