I’m not gonna lie, by the time they left, I didn’t care if I never saw another little girl ever again. Everyone cried at least once, everyone ran through the house screaming at least once, we had to police the dogs constantly because they decided that one girl must be in league with the demon UPS man, my daughter had a moral crisis about what makes a good friend, and within ten minutes of reminding everyone to be careful with their drinks, I had to take two sleeping bags down to the dryer because they had water spilled on them. My friend, a fellow mom, and I looked at each other at one point and said, “I don’t remember sleepovers being this dramatic, do you?” Seriously, the craziest thing I remember doing was sneaking down to the kitchen for Oreos after the adults were asleep.
Were we just viewing the past with rose colored glasses? Do you remember slumber parties being high-volume madness and mayhem, or were you more inclined to low-key gatherings? What was your favorite thing to do at a sleepover?