Tempest’s birthday is this month, but due to COVID, we decided a normal birthday gathering wasn’t a great idea, instead we chose a smaller celebration.
A sleepover.
This opportunity shed light on a few things.
For one, I am apparantly a kill joy mother.
Example:
Tempest’s friend, Uma will be her name, brought her a present.
She opened it.
It was a kinetic sand kit.
She was stoked.
She immediately exclaimed, “My mom never lets me have this!”
There it is.
Killjoy mom. *pointing to self* Right here.
Second thing: kids talk about the weirdest things.
Example:
Out of nowhere, “Have you ever been constipated?” Tempest asks Uma.
“Yeah, I am all the time!” Uma responds.
“You’re constipated right now?”
“Yeah, and I’ve had medicine put up my butt lots of times!”
*Tempest snickers*
“It’s not funny! It really hurts!”
“Oh, I was constipated when I was a baby. Right mom?!”
“Yep!” I reply.
Not exactly a topic I anticipated for this evening.
Continuous conversation about constipation ensues, and even revisited later on that evening.
Three: Sisters can bring some extra fun.
Example:
While Tempest and her friend were changing into pajamas, Banshee walked by their room and yelled, “You’re naked! I can see your boobies!”
“I don’t have boobies!” Uma proclaims. “I’m not old enough for those yet.”
Holy moly.
I can’t even.
Four: sleepwalking is an equal opportunity surprise guest.
Example:
Roughly, 11:30pm, Tempest walks out of her room, in true sleepwalking, zombie-like fashion.
I, of course, was asleep at this point, but was informed in the morning by my husband.
She made her way to the front door where Brent caught her.
She shook her head yes when asked if she needed to use the potty.
He guided her to the bathroom, and noticed she was only wearing a t-shirt.
That’s it.
Where on earth are her pants and underwear?
So, while she used the potty, he went in search of her missing clothes.
Found.
They were in the middle of her bedroom floor, underwear still attached to the pants themselves.
She must have literally woke up, and depantsed herself then went in search of the bathroom.
Once she was finished, Brent tucked her back in and she was fine.
Constipation, fingernail painting, movie, popcorn, mud masks, and sleepwalking…
I’d call this a successful celebratory birthday sleepover.
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