Monday, March 14th, 2011 at
9:13 am
So this weekend, I bravely hosted a sleepover for my 5 year old. *Hold your laughter please* I have to admit when all is said and done it really wasn’t THAT bad. However, certain moments for me, were rather overwhelming.
It all started off quite well, there was the running around the house, my living room being turned into a toy box explosion, many a giggles, and smiles. We took them to McDonald’s for dinner, they shared their fries and their happy meal toys. When we returned we allowed them to run around outside to burn off the chocolate milk. When we got back in they wanted me to set up the bed tent on the floor and turn out the lights.
Then began the 30+ back and forth trips when it was supposed to be bedtime. The later it got the crankier they were. Then began the arguing..She took my pillow, she took my blanket, she farted, i want water, she hit me, she kicked me, i have to go the bathroom (AGAIN), i want to sleep in the bed, i want to sleep in the tent, and over and over again this cycle continued. Finally a separation was called for which resulted in my daughter being pulled out and put in my bed. For 15 minutes she cried and cried. Now the aggravation started to turn to guilt, I went in and picked her up and took her back to her room. I didn’t want this cool first slumber party to be a bad memory for her. They talked quietly by flashlight till her friend told her to stop talking so I wouldn’t come back in. lol
Midnight~ Her little friend woke up crying and wanted her mommy. I called her mom, and she came and got her. I went in and put my baby in her bed, and tried to tell her what happened, so she wouldn’t be shocked in the morning. I am now at this point completely wired, and naturally the mind starts “thinking” , then “racing”… “ Will she be ok? Will she think its her fault, Why was I so mean last night and made her cry by putting her in a time out, how is it going to be when she gets older, what happens if somebody is mean to her at school, will she have friends, what if somebody makes fun of her for something, what if somebody makes her cry,?”
Seriously?? I was up for 2 hours it took several episodes of How I met Your Mother, a snack bag of carrots, and twitter to put me back to sleep. Why do they never tell you that motherhood is a big ball of never ending guilt, fear, and a feeling of utter failure?
So how did the whole situation play out the next morning? She awoke sad, and confused, she didn’t remember me telling her anything that night as I put her in bed, but her mood was easily distracted by a game of pillow fight. Her little friend was so upset when she got home, she wished she hadn’t gone. So she came back over after breakfast so they could continue to play. They’ve also advised me that they want another sleepover tomorrow… LMAO
As we all know plastic bottles are out and stainless is in. However I never much liked them for my water because it would leave a metallic taste to it. So I switched to glass bottles which can be bad and good. Bad because they obviously can break and hurt someone, but good because there was no more icky metal taste, plus it was clear so I could easily see what was in it.
