An hour ago, Belle left for her very first sleepover.
A few months ago I did pose the question, how old should a child be before they go to a sleepover? I was a bit concerned about Belle’s rather dubious sleeping habits, and was imagining having to do a mercy dash in the middle of the night to rescue her.
I’ve decided though to take the chance, partly because we are five days into the Easter holidays now and quite frankly I could do with a break. This afternoon, after listening to her sing ‘snood, snood, snood, look at my snood, snood snood’ for what felt like five years, and consequently snapping at her to ‘shut up, please!’ I think someone else’s house is really the best place for her.
It would be fair to say she has been excited about her outing. “How long now?” she has been asking at roughly three minute intervals since Monday morning.
“Er, about 49 hours?”
Several minutes of fidgeting.
“And how long now?”
“About four minutes less than last time you asked.”
As the eagerly anticipated hour drew ever closer, and she was sat with her nose pressed against the window, twitching nervously, I began to worry she might actually keel over before they could arrive to collect her. Despite her excitement though, she was keen to play it cool.
“Ten minutes!” she yelled at 3.05pm, jumping up and down on the spot, eyes bulging, packet of Morrisons finest giant cookies in one hand. Then calmed herself and looked at me seriously, eyebrows raised. “When they get here, don’t tell them I was excited will you?”
“Really?” I asked, wondering exactly how she was going to pull off ‘playing it cool’ at the same time as hyperventilating, “Why don’t you want them to know you were excited?”
“I just don’t,” she said. “I don’t want to be embarrassed.”
The fateful hour arrived eventually and she did her best to appear nonchalant, gathering up her stuff, dropping it all again, tripping over it and generally mumbling incoherently. “Belle hasn’t been excited,” I added, unconvincingly I felt.
So now she is gone. I hope she enjoys it and they let her go again. I could quite get used to the peace and quiet.