The Sleepover

Saturday, 
24th January 2004

The sleepover was uber great! I am really tired today though. I think we went to bed around 3am this morning. Britt came over early on Friday afternoon and we walked to Video Ezy to get the DVD’s. It was not a nice walk; it was 30 minutes of hell! It was sooooo hot! But we didn’t have a choice. Mum and dad were working, and Britt’s mum had dropped her off on the way to work, so we had no transport. We could have ridden bikes there, but Britt doesn’t know how to ride one. Weird, right? But it’s not her fault; no one ever taught her. I put it down to her mum being Asian.

I think most Asians don’t know how to ride bikes. Mum doesn’t know how to ride a bike and Jenny’s mum doesn’t know how to ride a bike. So, I suspect Britt’s mum doesn’t know how to ride one either. Her dad could have taught her, you know, being an Aussie and all, but he wasn’t really around much when she was growing up. I’ve never met him, but from what Britt has told me, he’s really tall and strong. He’s someone that you don’t want to mess with. Plus, he’s a police officer, so even if you did mess with him, he’d probably fuck you up.

Lol.

We were sweating so bad by the time we got back so I put the air con on. I wish it wasn’t evaporative. It took forever to cool the house down! And it did not help when we were trying to put icing sugar on the cupcakes I had made for everyone; it would not set! I was so mad. They looked awful! But all the girls said they tasted real good, even though they looked like shit, so that made me feel a lot better.

Britt and I also bought heaps of lollies, chips, chocolate and popcorn on our torturous walk in the heat. We put them in bowls and set them out nicely on the dining table. Then, we moved the couch in the living room so that the girls would have enough space for their sleeping bags, and so I could put a mattress down for Jenny and Britt. They don’t have sleeping bags. But I didn’t expect them to. Not because they don’t enjoy it – they’ve been on school camps in primary school before and had a blast –  it’s just they don’t like the idea of not having a mirror, running water and a toilet to use. Creature comforts. But you know what? I’m the same. I don’t like the idea of ‘roughing it’. I need my makeup. I wouldn’t survive in the wilderness without it!

I was telling Britt about Dan Flanders, when I heard the garage door open. I looked outside and saw dad’s car. He came home early! I was so annoyed. He’s so embarrassing when I have friends over. He makes lame jokes and tries to have a conversation with them. I’m pretty sure it makes my friends uncomfortable but when I apologise for my dad’s behaviour they say they don’t mind and that they like him.

Liars. I think they are just being nice about it.

Dad walked inside, carrying Grace. She was crying. Then he ran to the toilet. Britt and I looked at each other. Definitely not normal. I followed them down the hallway and watched as dad put Grace in front of the toilet bowl.

She threw up!

Gross!

Dad yelled at me to get a cold cloth so I ran into the bathroom, wet a face towel and gave it to him. Dad said that he got a call from the day-care that Grace was sick, so he left work early to pick her up. They tried mum first but she is not allowed to use her phone at work. I looked at the clock. 4pm. Mum only had another 2 hours of work left, so she’d be home soon anyway to look after her.

Poor Grace. She looked so white. And scared. Dad got up and asked me to take off her clothes while he went to find her Nurofen, so I undressed her and put her clothes in the laundry. They smelt so bad. She was shivering, so I told her to stay in front of the toilet while I went to get some fresh clothes for her to wear. Britt followed me into Grace’s room and helped me find a singlet top and her pyjamas. She was worried about Grace too. I went back to Grace and she was crying on the floor because dad was trying to make her take the Nurofen. I could tell he was getting frustrated because he was raising her voice at her. He obviously didn’t realise he was making it worse; she looked really upset. And there wasn’t anything I could do, so I gave dad her clothes, went back to the living room and sat down with Britt.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I saw my sister like that,” Britt said out of nowhere.

I smiled, “You get used to it. It happens a lot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Toddlers pick up all sorts of things, especially at day care. Grace gets sick with something at least 2 times a month.”

“Oh. But you were so prepared…”

I could tell Britt was worrying about her little sister – who wasn’t even born yet.

“Don’t worry Britt,” I said softly as I hugged her, “You will be a good sister ok? Honestly, you will just know what to do if you’re lil’ sis is unwell. It’s second nature. Promise.”

“Hmm… ok.”

Britt started telling me that she’s really nervous about what type of big sister she’s going to be. She’s worried that her sister will hate her because she won’t be there and also if she will even be allowed to see her. Apparently, her dad’s new wife is real mean to her. I tried to reassure her, but the reality is that it’s just such a messy situation to be in. I really wasn’t in any position to give her advice.

Dad emerged from the hallway and told me that Grace has probably got a stomach bug. Then, he asked if I could read Grace a story while he got changed and had a shower. She had thrown up all over him.

I wasn’t going to say no.

I turned to Britt and asked if she wanted to read to her. I said it would be good practice. She agreed, so we went into Grace’s room and sat on her bed. I tucked her in and Britt read to her, until dad came back. We got up and left. Grace needed sleep, otherwise she would be a complete nightmare for the rest of the night.

Britt was so happy for the rest of the sleepover. I think that by reading to Grace, she probably discovered that being a big sister is not as hard as she thinks it is. Sure, it has it’s challenging moments, but overall, it’s not so bad.

Amy rocked up about an hour early. She walked over from her house, carrying all her stuff! What a Cooper Trooper! Then Jenny showed up shortly after Amy, with a whole bunch of food. And lastly, Lauren arrived on time, at 6pm. And so did mum.

We were all giggling and chatting away when she got through the door. She was obviously so surprised to see us all – she looked really tired. We all said hello to her and reminded her that I was having a sleepover. She nodded and walked into the kitchen. I followed her and told her that Grace is not well and that dad was in her room, trying to get her to sleep. No joke, she dropped all her stuff on the kitchen counter and disappeared into the hallway. Mum is such a slave to Grace. It’s sad. Really.

I told the girls what happened with Grace and they all felt so bad for her. Lauren said she was looking forward to playing with her – she loves Grace. I don’t know why though. Dad came into the living room and asked us if we could be quieter tonight so that Grace could get a decent nice sleep.

Of course, we weren’t going to say no, so we all nodded in unison.

The rest of the night was pretty much full of gossip and drama-free. We had pizza for dinner, stuffed our faces with sweets and watched the movies. They gave me a lot of food for thought about how to get back at Joshua. Most of my ideas are pretty unrealistic, but I’m going to have a massive brainstorm tomorrow after work. I also managed to get a chance to talk to Amy away from everyone else about last night.

I was right; she was still really upset about it. I don’t blame her; I know what she’s going through.

“I just can’t believe it. I feel like such a loser,” Amy said sadly.

I gave her a hug, “You didn’t know. He’s a prick for lying to you. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. You can do way better.”

“I don’t know what to do. He was on last night but I didn’t talk to him.”

“Well duh, I wouldn’t have spoken to him either. Just stop talking to him. He’ll eventually get the hint,” I said tactlessly.

“It’s not that easy A. I want an explanation,” Amy said shortly.

I didn’t want to annoy her any further, so I dropped it. I don’t really know what she’s going to do next. She definitely deserves a reason for why Dan lied to her though. Hopefully she doesn’t do anything stupid.

We were woken up by Grace at about 8am. 5 hours sleep is not enough. All the girls were a bit  grumpy with her, but they got over it pretty quickly. She is just too cute. Lol. Grace came in to ask us what we wanted for breakfast. Obviously, we were way too tired to think, so I snapped at her.

Big mistake.

Next thing I know, dad bursts into the living room and tells me off for yelling at her! Like, what the hell? He knows I’m always grumpy in the mornings. I feel bad now, but I just didn’t care this morning; I was too tired to even string a proper sentence together. I’ve made it up to Grace today though. I took her to the park once everyone else was gone and I let her play with my hair. That’s like, a huge deal. I don’t like people touching my hair, so the fact that I let Grace play with it is a pretty big deal to me.

Everyone left around midday. I was relieved; we were all pretty much walking zombies. I don’t think we really talked much between getting up and them going home. That’s pretty normal after a sleepover. A successful sleepover, that is. I’m sure that they will be talking about it next time I see them.

Speaking of which, Australia Day is coming up in a couple of days. Sooooo, we’ve decided that we are going to go to the Perth foreshore and watch the fireworks! I’m so excited! It’s going to be the first time that I get to spend it with my friends. Mum and dad weren’t too happy to let me go, but I knew they wouldn’t be able to say no if all my friends were asking them! Peer pressure won. I love them so much!

I am so happy that I didn’t get called into work today either. I don’t think I could’ve dealt with the cruise ship crowd. I am so bloody tired right now I don’t even want to think about work tomorrow! It’s going to be hectic.

Amber A.

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Did you have sleepovers growing up? What were they like? Comment below!

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