Since we hadn’t known each other when we were kids (that time of life when sleepovers are such an important part of building friendships), we thought it sounded like a great idea to have a grownup sleepover.
With enthusiasm, we started to make plans.
We decided that we would rent all the chick-flicks our husbands never wanted to watch. We would watch movies all night. This was, after all, a sleepover. That’s what you do on a sleepover. You don’t sleep.
Just like when we were kids. For sure, after this sleepover, our friendship would be even closer. That’s what sleepovers do.
We set the date, made a list of who was responsible for what, and we all headed home.
It was about 24 hours later that I realized what I had done. What on earth had I been thinking when I agreed to a sleepover? I was a grown woman. Even though these women had been my friends for four years, I wasn’t so sure this was a good idea.
I didn’t want my friends to see the same thing I saw in the mirror every morning! No makeup. Hair stuck to the side of my head. And my PJ’s – how old were they anyway?
The way I saw it, I had two options.
#1: I could contract a serious illness before the sleepover. If I was in the hospital, no one would expect me to be at the sleepover.
#2: I could buy new pajamas – maybe satin, and I could make sure I didn’t fall asleep at the sleepover. If you don’t fall asleep, your hair doesn’t stick to the sides of your head, right?