Sleepover

Sasha had his very first sleepover this weekend.  His friend Finn came over for an overnight play date while Finn's mom and I went to a friend's birthday party.  Yes, that means Nerdy was in charge of two 3-year-old boys for the evening, including bedtime.  Some parents at school expressed surprise that we would host a sleepover for kids "at such a young age." (Less politely, "you're insane.")

Fortunately, they adore each other so we didn't think there would be a problem with them not getting along.  And Finn came dressed Clark Kent-style with his pajamas on under his street clothes, so he was ready.  And unlike the Bub, he actually likes to sleep when he's tired.  He even asks to go to bed on occasion.

Anyway, Finn's mom and I had a great time, only checking in with each other about 3 times on whether or not we should call and see how things were going.  Ultimately, we decided that if the situation was terrible, we would hear about it with no effort from our end.  So we had a good time and Nerdy texted me late to let me know everything was fine.  They each made a number of unnecessary trips to the bathroom, Sasha announcing, "I have to pee" and Finn following, repeating, "Sasha has to pee."  Otherwise, their behavior was impeccable through dinner, washing up, playing and cleaning up.  Nerdy let them sleep in the same bed because it was a special occasion and the bed was big enough to accommodate two active sleepers.  After  30 minutes of whispering and giggling, however, she reconsidered and separated them.  Ten minutes later, snoring.

Until 2:30 when Sasha woke up to pee.  And yelled to us across the apartment so that we knew.  Nerdy jumped out of bed to remind him to be quiet.  Too late.  Finn woke up and had to use the bathroom, too.  They returned to bed until Sasha next yelled to us across the apartment that he would like some warm milk, please.  Nerdy jumped out of bed to remind him again to be quiet.  When I brought him the milk, he yelled in surprise, "Mamu!!!  You're here!!  Hey, Finn, look!!  Mamu's here!!!"

Needless to say, we were all awake by 3:00 and Finn wanted his Mama.  Feeling bad but having no other choice, we called her.  She spoke with him over the phone and he told her he wanted her to come over and sleep in the bed with him.  She declined, telling him that she would come over-- but only to pick him up, not for a slumber party.  He agreed.

Twenty minutes later, a taxi was waiting downstairs for its passenger to return, this time with her wailing child in tow.  Having spent those 20 minutes playing and laughing at top volume, going home with mom suddenly seemed like a bad idea.

I haven't spoken with them since then, so I'm not sure how the rest of their night and day went, but the only sleep this household had after that was from 4 to 5:30am.  Sasha's aversion to sleep would at least be tolerable if only he could respect other people's need for rest.  And my secret hope that the Bub would pick up the I-like-to-sleep habit from his friend?  Dashed.