Okay, so this post may shock you with its realness. And have you on the floor from its humor at the same time. So if you are someone who get’s upset about those e-cards that say things like, “I used to have functioning brain cells but I traded them in for a child,” and you are super amazing at everything and love being a mom so much you drink organic juice boxes with your little one instead of having a glass of wine at the end of the day…then just stop right here and don’t read on. Thanks.
For the rest of you, my friend Prabs has this fabulous blog respectively called “Absolutely Prabulous.” She’s witty and funny and knows how to be an amazing mom of 3 while adding in the humor and chaos this full time mommy gig entails.
Here, she shares her “rules” for kids when hosting sleepovers:
You know how we’ve been saying for the longest time we must get our angels together for a sleepover; yet it’s not happened? About that. I waited for you to initiate, but I heard through the grapevine that yours is a show home and you are nervous about hosting sleepovers. Well guess what honey? If you’re nervous, I’m positively terrified. I may not have a show home, but I’m a control freak; it’s a cross I have to bear. Anyways, we seem to be at stalemate so I surrender: I’ll host it… alright? But here’s the thing. There are rules. Your little princess or prince aren’t coming inside my house unless the following sleepover rules are read, memorized and understood: