Six days ago, I agreed to host a 16th birthday party for my son.
It was a Monday night, and the invite went out to his friends via social media private messages, and then swiftly went viral on social media.
He was bombarded ALL week with messages saying others would be coming or various invitees would be bringing friends. I registered the party with the police and had my sister come to help.
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On the Wednesday, we sat down and he wrote me a list of everyone he knew was coming that he wanted there, and it came to 50 teenagers. I told him to let everyone know I’d be turning away anyone not on the list.
We typed up notes for the neighbours with my phone number, letting them know about the party, and printed 'no entry' signs for bedroom doors and one for the garage internal access door.
Over the course of the week, we sat down multiple times and talked through the expectations of every possible scenario from who would be cleaning up ANY vomit (him), who would be cleaning any blocked toilet (him), who would be texting parents to come pick up any drunks (me), and who was happy to make things awkward and lay down the law because they aren’t interested in having 16-year-old mates (me).