It was a busy weekend.
It wasn’t busy in the sense where I was running around all over the place or there were a thousand things to do. My husband went away for the weekend with the guys (he even took the dog) and it was just me and my little man. It isn’t so much that it is hard to be alone with him for 2 days, it is just a different sort of busy. He’s 2. He’s demanding. He often requires to be entertained. He always needs a watchful eye. He needs 3 square meals + 2 snacks a day, diaper changes, potty training practice. Did I mention naps? He needs a nap.
There is one small thing I have prided myself on since bringing home my little bundle. I have very consistently kept him on schedule. This schedule matches closely with what he does at daycare Monday through Friday. This schedule keeps him happy and rested. This schedule keeps him steady and mommy and daddy sane. However, this schedule often interferes with the various parties and activities we are often invited to on the weekend. I often tell people that from about 12-3 we can’t always make it to places during that time or that we’ll be late. We understand that people need to move forward with their plans and we would never expect anyone to change things just for us and our “schedule”.
Today, we were told “Oh, yes, 3:00 will be just fine. Come whenever” We walk in the door, and everyone had already eaten. We were given some reheated pieces of leftover chicken fingers and dried out pasta salad. The excuse was that they hadn’t eaten all day and that the food was ready early and they didn’t want to let it sit. Again. I didn’t ask anyone to wait for us. All I ask for is a little common courtesy. If dinner was going to be served at 2:00, just tell me. Tell me because walking in late and having to eat second hand food was hurtful. Tell me because I have a 2 year old whose needs are more important than mine- one who isn’t going to eat rubbery, reheated leftover chicken finger pieces. Tell me so I don’t feel like an idiot walking in what I guess was, late. In this day and age of cell phone and e-mail, not a single person at this party thought it was the least bit important to pick up the phone and say they were going to go ahead and eat without us. It would’ve been okay. I wouldn’t have felt so rushed. We could’ve made it in time for cake and not look like jerks for being late.
I’m hurt. I don’t expect the world to revolve around me and my uber-scheduled child, but I do expect common courtesy from the people who are close to me.
Right now, a 2 year old that naps in the afternoon is my reality. I won’t apologize for it, especially to those who refuse to understand.