She Said, Z Said: Slumber Party
There's no slumbering to be had during an overnighter with eight kids younger than age 10.
She: Five days have gone by and I think my eyes are finally fully open again.
Z: That party rocked! A rip-roaring, bacchanalian, festival of debauchery!
She: I’ve had a lot of hangovers over the years, but nothing like this before.
Z: Twelve Tylenol and a gallon jug of orange juice.
Z: Not when you put them in a cage match against …
She: Slumber party!
Z: Aieeeee!
She: Eight kids younger than age 10. Enough to strike terror into the heart of any rational parent.
Z: Which we’re clearly not. Slumber parties are brutal, especially when you’re the one who’s not slumbering.
She: Who knew that living in a frat house the summer of 1985 would have been my best college prep for life?
Z: Was there a sheep at the party? I missed that.
She: Eww. No. Eww. I mean because of how disgusting our house is.
Z: Living in the shack isn’t that bad.
She: No, it’s actually a great house for a kid’s birthday party since there’s nothing here that I care if they thrash.
Z: See? A great house! Am I the best provider in the world, or what?
She: What?
Z: You know you love to entertain and show off our house.
She: Yes. It’s a regular Barbie Dream House come to life, only without the sturdy, plastic construction. The furniture is old and falling apart, the carpet is disgusting, the yard is full of weeds and the walls are being held up by four coats of paint.
Z: Isn’t it awesome?
She: The kids loved it.
Z: How could they not?
She: I’m sure their parents did, too. Not only did we let their children destroy our house and play with fire, we let them stay here and sleep it off afterward.
Z: You think they slept?
She: Well, I use the word “sleep” in a very inexact way. I yelled at them at midnight to go to sleep, and then I followed my own advice.
Z: I was shocked, shocked I tell you, to find out they sneaked back out and played Stratego until 2 in the morning. At least they got a good solid four hours of sleep after that.
She: I can’t imagine why Koss has been so fragile all week.
Z: I think Mr. Law and Order got too stressed out by our illegal fireworks show.
She: But not me. I was very good.
Z: Definitely better than Jared, who kept yelling, “Here come the coppers! Here come the coppers!”
She: I had no idea we’d have a 9-year-old guest who learned his slang from 1930s talkies.
Z: I knew we shouldn’t have given them that bathtub gin.
She: You still haven’t given me props for not freaking out about the fireworks myself.
Z: Oh. Yeah. You were very brave for not needing any Valium because we lit a few sparklers in the middle of our blacktop driveway.
She: I wasn’t at all worried about the driveway, but I was worried about the kids’ toes.
Z: I’ll give you that. Next year we should definitely do a shoe check.
She: Next year? You think we’re doing this again next year? Do you realize how old I’m going to be on Koss’ birthday next year?
Z: Yes, dear.
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» wrote on 08/04/08 @ 12:39 PM
You guys are either brave or crazy, I’m not sure which. My daughters used to have slumber parties all the time and that’s why my hair is so grey now! Thanks for the laughs.
SW
» wrote on 08/04/08 @ 01:06 PM
Damn you two for being so funny… do you know how hard it is to read this at my desk without snorting out loud while trying to look like I’m working?!
But seriously, coming in every Monday morning to this makes starting my workweek practically pleasant. And not being a parent myself, I get insights on the experience from a perspective not always heard… twisted and silly.
Way to go, guys!
» wrote on 08/04/08 @ 07:00 PM
Try reading it on your iPhone in the middle of an important staff meeting. It’s so hard not to giggle.
» wrote on 08/05/08 @ 07:16 PM
I’m with you guys. I actually have to go to a quiet place in the office to read she and z because you guys always make me laugh out loud!
» wrote on 08/08/08 @ 08:01 PM
My best sleepover advice is never agree to more than four guests. This year, Colin’s friends woke us up at 6 a.m. playing the Close Encounters theme on the piano (which we had watched the night before). I was simultaneously amused and irritated. Maybe next year you should give them a potato gun!