Sunday, November 4, 2007

Teenage sleepover

It's my own fault. I said yes and now 4 teenage girls are here for a sleepover. There's no school tomorrow.

My siblings and I have an old phrase for their behavior - pepped up and stupid. It's like four preschoolers jacked up on frosting and overtired except they have giant adult-size bodies and voices. And they eat like a football team.

Or maybe I'm just a joyless, humorless, old crank. I just can't stand the silliness anymore - it's like a houseful of squirrels. We tried to play a board game together and as anyone in my family-of-origin can tell you I'm competitive with my games. I can't abide giggly girls who can't pay attention and laugh themselves silly if someone says "fart". I was the college roommate who lost her patience whenever someone spilled their Trivial Pursuit disc, or mispronounced Max Schmelling and fell into hysterical fits.

What I want right now is a crackling fire, a good book, and a cup of something hot. Instead I feel like Joan Crawford. DON'T MAKE ME GET THE CAR AERIAL!

I should have reproduced between 16 and 20 years of age. It might have been better for them.


Kireliols said...

I understand about that early reproduction idea- when I was preganant with my oldest, one of the aides that worked in my room introduced me to her mom- who happened to be four years older than me. I wonder what it would be like to have almost grown children (her kids were 16 and 15) at the time that I was just beginning this whole parenting thing. hmmm.

michaelg said...

What is that old aphorism? Is it "Spare the car aerial, spoil the child?"