Tomorrow’s a PD day for some area schools, so instead of spending the day prepping for their January exams or finishing off projects and homework, those darned kids have been plotting all week for a day of fun and frivolity.
Monday I was informed asked if it would be okay if 5 people came over Thursday night for a little party and sleepover. Who are these people, I enquire, because I like to make her work for it.
She lists off: Martha, Joan, Bernice, Hazel, Dora and Fred, really quickly in one mumbley breath while at the same time squeezing in a plea to have the TV and DVD in her room for the night.
She’s clever, but I have personal experience of teenagehood and good listening skills on my side. “Whoa,” I say…”Fred”?
Now, Fred is a fine young man who spends all his time with the girls when he’s not dancing. They shop together, eat lunch together, go to the movies together, and, according to the kid, Fred has been to girl sleepovers in the past.
Is this boy/girl sleepover thing something all kids do these days? Because it’s been going on for quite some time among my daughter’s circle both here and back in Halifax. My nephews, who are also teenagers, go to boy/girl sleepovers all the time. I think it’s odd and not quite right. Not that I think they’ll get up to anything – they have plenty of other opportunity for that anyway.
So I told her I didn’t think it would be a good idea. As a single parent I wouldn’t feel comfortable with some teenaged boy and a bunch of girls in the house. Also, I’m not entirely sure what the other kids are telling their parents and I don’t want to be responsible for any subsequent hell-paying. And, on general principle I just don’t think it’s a good habit to start.
Cue: The Whining.
“NO FAIR! Now Fred probably won’t come at all!!! He won’t want to be bussing home in the middle of the night! Thanks a LOT! You ruin EVERYTHING!”
Three long, endless, nerve-grating days of whining, cajoling, pleading and harumphing.
“I’ll look like a DORK. Everyone else can have their ALL their friends for sleepovers. Fred will feel left out!!!! That’s MEAN!!!! You don’t trust us. Dora’s a lesbian, how come she gets to sleepover and Fred doesn’t? What’s the difference? WHYYYYyyyyyyyYYYYYyyyyyyyYYY???”
I almost cracked at one point and gave in. She was starting to making a bit of sense and also I could feel the blood vessels popping in my head. I don’t like it when that happens.
So, I asked around — people with kids and people without kids. They all agreed with me. Fred’s welcome to come for the evening, but then he goes home at bedtime.
The final decree went down last night.
FINE! She yells, and stomps off, followed by an evening of sulking. And blessed, blessed silence.
Just before bed, as she’s brushing her teeth, she casually says,
“I kind of hope Fred doesn’t come at all. It’s so much more fun with just the girls.”
 Not their real names.
 My daughter goes to an arts high school where they audition for entry into one of the 5 arts streams offered.