I’m a pretty laid back kinda parent.
My kids are allowed to ride their bikes in the street and walk up to a neighbour’s house to ask if Lucy/ Amber/Will/ Toby can come out to play.
On weekends we are pretty relaxed with bedtimes and routines and once we even had cake for dinner, just because well, it was cake.
But the one thing I can’t seem to budge on is sleepovers.
We don’t do sleepovers. There are many reasons but they all lead to the one thing. Sleepovers are just non-negotiable for my three kids.
Now my kids are pretty accepting of that – so far. At the ages of eight-and-a-half, nearly seven and four they just know that’s our gig and they don’t ask or try and negotiate a change.
If fact they don’t even really blink when they are asked. Nope we don’t do sleepovers they say and move on to the next topic.
They accept it without a worry.
But for some strange reason the ones who don’t accept it are the other mums.
Sleepovers are becoming quite a thing in our area, four-year-olds off for the night at their best friend’s house. Groups of eight-year-old boys gathering for movies and popcorn and late nights of chatter…
And each week I am facing the same questions.