I think we can all agree that we’re lonely and bored during quarantine. I miss seeing my friends every day and hanging out with them every weekend. To give myself a fix of normality and liven up the days trapped in my house, I decided I was going to have a sleepover with myself.
So, come along, you’re invited to my self-isolation slumber party!
As any good host would, I figured the first step was to have a cool location for my slumbie, so I set out on building a fort. However, that proved to be much harder than anticipated, and I quickly realized why I don’t build forts: they suck, and I hate them.
After the blankets covering the base repetitively fell, I took a frustrated photo break.
I had no plan, and every three seconds all of the blankets would fall, and I would scream like each blanket that fell ripped out an organ on its way.
But, I pushed through with the majority of my organs still intact, and with some slight assistance, my fort was built and semi-stable.
After my bedroom for the night was set up, I made a list of fun sleepover activities that I could do, because what’s a good party without an itinerary?
I tried to color, but my printer wouldn’t print any coloring pages, and I quickly remembered that I can’t draw. At all.
Tyrone and I spend some quality time together.
I tried to paint my dog’s nails, but she fought me and then my mom shut the whole idea down.
I tried having a pillow fight with myself. No one enjoyed that.
I settled with doing some self-care and put on a charcoal face mask, before having a gossip session with my stuffed sloth (Tyrone) and then FaceTiming some friends.
After four friends in a row hung up on me and my mom yelled at me to stop talking to stuffed animals and to go to sleep already, I gave up on the activities and decided to just watch a movie instead.
I grabbed my go to snack, dairy free ice cream that I had to venture to the grocery store for earlier, surfed through Netflix for a while, and queued up some rom-com.
I got my ice cream and then picked the most cliche sleepover movie I could find, appropriately titled Sleepover.
Once the movie was over, I wasted time on my phone, stared at the ceiling of my now caving in fort for a while, and tried not to suffocate in there, before eventually falling asleep.
All in all, I realized that sleepovers are definitely more fun with friends. But even though we’re quarantined and almost all of my plans went awry, it was the best I could do, and I ended having a pretty good time by myself anyways.
So, if you’re bored and lonely like I was, take some time and try having a slumber party by yourself.
