So today was my grandmothers 93rd birthday. My mom and dad, sister, aunt and uncle from England, and cousin (and her 2 daughters), plus N and I went to her "apartment" (old folks apartments) to celebrate. This is one of those events where being a parent is a HUGE balancing act. On one hand you don't want to be that parent who thinks everyone's schedule should revolve around your child. On the other hand you don't want to not go because you are worried about your child being off schedule. While a kid off his schedule can be challenging I think spending time with all the family is way worth it.
So mom, dad, my sister and N and I all got there around 10:30 to find that they had taken my grandma to a 10:30 service at church. We knew this was a possibility so we just took advantage of the time to hangout and talk and play. Once everyone got back we chatted for a while longer. Meanwhile, it's 12 and N usually eats around 11:30 so I'm throwing snacks at him ( I came prepared with banana and apple and granola bar and a nutrigrain bar) trying to avoid the I'm hungry AND tired meltdown. Since my grandma's place isn't exactly childproof letting him run around was hard, but everyone there has kids or has been around kids enough that they understood. We finally went down to the dining room (not bad!) to lunch around 12:45 or 1 and my mom, dad and I tag teamed N. I sat down with him for a while, then took him down to play, then mom came out and relieved me so I could eat, then dad relieved mom. Thank goodness for grandparents!
So then we went back up and hung out a while longer until I was pretty sure the N was about to collapse from exhaustion. I have to say he was pretty good. The child has more energy than any kid I've ever seen before. Maybe it's just because I'm the one chasing him. (A was unfortunately working today) So we left and N fell asleep basically before I even made it out of the parking lot. So since A was working I went to give him a call and realized, I couldn't find my cell phone. So I pulled over and looked through all the bags. Luckily, I was only about 5 minutes out, so I turned around and went back. So I got back to where my grandmother lives, but then what? Do I wake N and bring him in with me. Do I leave him in the car and run in (she lives on the 5th floor)? I hear all those horror stories about leaving a child in the car, even for a few minutes. The chances of something happen were minimal but, isn't that what everyone says? So I ended up parkingin front of the door. Running in and having the lady at the front call up to the apartment for me. Ran back out to the car to make sure N wasn't crying, ran back in and grabbed my phone from my dad then ran back out and got on my way. Again.
It was a gross rainy drive home, N slept almost all the way. We had KFC for dinner because I was too tired to cook (N's a big fan of KFC now) and N was asleep about 15 minutes before his usual bedtime. Now I'm on my way to bed too because unlike N I didn't get to take a nap on the drive home. Good family time is so worth it though!
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