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Since becoming pregnant with her daughter Rowan, Canadian journalist and author Rebecca Eckler has penned three hilarious books, including the best-selling Knocked Up. Catch Rebecca’s weekly unique perspective on motherhood and single parenthood.
A couple of months ago, I was worried about hosting my daughter’s first sleepover party.
As a child, I didn’t particularly like sleepover parties. I was never homesick or anything like that (I spent months at overnight camps) I’ve just always been the type of person who likes my sleep.
In any case, in the past few months I’ve had a couple sleepover parties. And I’m not talking about my daughter. I’m talking about me having sleepovers with my girlfriends.
About two months ago, I was going through a very rough patch. I was also homeless at the time, after I had lent my house to a friend who had been gutting her house. So I asked one of my best girlfriends if I could stay over for a couple of nights. (I did stay with my parents, but there are only so many days you can spend sleeping at your parents when you are in your thirties.)
I had the best time. I worked out of her house. When she came home from her office job, I’d call out, “Hi Honey! How was your day?” We’d eat take out and chitchat and she lay out towels for me and made my bed.
Then, recently, after I had a procedure done at the hospital, I asked the same friend to sleep at my place. My parents were out of town, and I was supposed to be on bed rest for a week. She took me home from the hospital and we plopped on my couch.
What followed was 24 hours of non-stop reality television shows. Literally. Another friend brought us over dinner. At about 10pm, exhausted from all the drugs I had been given, I went to sleep. My friend had the honour of sleeping in my daughter’s bed (who was visiting her dad in Calgary) with the purple and white polka-dotted sheets.
I woke up the next morning at 10am and my friend was in front of the television. We watched HGTV for two hours. Then I noticed my friend was snoring. So I went upstairs and took a five-hour nap. Yes, that’s right. FIVE HOURS.
When I came back downstairs, my friend was STILL asleep on my couch. She woke up. We ate dinner and then watched more reality television.
Yes, I had just gotten out of the hospital, but I have to tell you, those 48 hours were super fun. While there’s something sad about watching reality television all by yourself, when you’re watching with a friend, and can laugh and make fun of people, it is more than just entertaining. It’s hilarious.
My friend didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want her to leave either. It had been so much fun and relaxing. But REAL LIFE had to continue. But we’ve made a pact. Once every six weeks, we’re going to do an adult sleepover.
How about you? Do you ever sleep at a friend’s house just for fun? Do you like the idea of adult sleepovers?
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