Growing up I feel like I was quite fortunate to have parents who were pretty laid back and didn’t really give me a hard time if I had friends over after a long night out. My parents were always the type who just wanted to make sure everyone got home safe and sound, and if that meant they had a few extra people spending the night, they didn’t worry about it.
Even after my siblings and I moved out we always knew that our parents would never mind if we needed a place to crash after an evening on the town, knowing we’d have a warm bed and probably a nice breakfast to wake up to.
My kids are just starting to enter the tween and teen years, so I know I have a few years before they start needing a place to crash, but I hope my own kids know my door is open to them and their friends any time they need it. In fact, I hope I’m the kind of mom who will tuck my grown kids in to bed after they show up in a drunken stupor with no questions asked, like one UK mom did when her 30-year-old son showed up after a very late Halloween party and decided he needed a place to sleep.