Out with it...
There's a little part of my heart that sinks when my kiddos have a friend spend the night.
Is this so wrong? Yes, I'm sure it is.
But it is what it is.
Case in point... When company is here, I have to wear a bra 24/7. Overnight guests, even those whose age is in the single digits, just should not be subjected to certain things. I'll have you know I breast fed for 7 whole years, and things just ain't where the good Lord originally put 'em.
Second, younger guests don't like my food. I serve them things like papaya salad and fish dinners with the head still on and they tend to lose weight if they visit for extended periods of time. Boo had a friend spend the night, and as I tucked them in, the friend asked what we were having for breakfast. Papa usually does breakfast, so when I said that I didn't have a clue, I wasn't lying. But then the friend said that he didn't care for either asparagus or salad for breakfast, but he most certainly loved bagels and cream cheese. We have a common response to comments like these. When you get to a restaurant, feel free to order. But I didn't say this. I'm kinda hoping Papa will go get bagels and cream cheese, and I can blame it on the friend.
3rd point, I feel a little guilty when I put company to work, and no matter how young the friends are, they are still company. It just doesn't feel like I'm being a good hostess, but stuff has gotta get done 'round here! I'm trying real hard to get past the guilt and have recently been giving our younger guests a chore or two to do around here if they get bored or underfoot. I had Sunny and her boyfriend wash my car. Papa came home a several weeks ago, to find two strangers, age 12 and 8, picking oranges in our backyard. And Patch's neighbor friend comes over frequently... daily... when Patch isn't home. I now ask him if he wants to come in and
Lastly, the kiddo's friends rarely understand the subtle and unwritten rules of the house. And how could they?
Like when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy, and that certainly means no happy-giggle chatter when I'm not happy about something!
Or if you don't sleep in at least as long as I do, you're on your own till I get up.
I'm not sure if "company" has wizened up to the inner guilt-ridden me.
They keep coming, so I don't think so. Maybe it makes them feel at home?
(You know I just have to have a picture. Doesn't have anything to do with parenting. Still gotta have it.)