I woke up with a gray hair right on the top of my head. I’m only 27 and thought to myself “I’m too young for this.” But after this first, I know why. The Princess was invited to a birthday party today and like all the other parties, parents are welcome to stay. Not this one. I was not at all prepared for it. In all the correspondence I had with the Mom, not once did she mention that parents were not to stay. So when the Princess and I arrived, she took the Princess’ jacket and informed me pick up time was at 3:30. I must have had a bizarre look on my face. I choked a little bit and then went and said my goodbye’s to the Princess and informed her I would be back later. I walked outside and immediately called Hubby.
“They won’t let me stay. I don’t feel right about this. She’s only 4,” I stammered, holding back the tears.
He agreed that it was a little weird but said she’d probably be ok.
So like a crazy woman, I went to the coffee shop across the street and watched through the window. I constantly watched my clock and then made periodical walk-by’s. In my opinion, 4 years old is not old enough to be left alone. I’m sure I looked crazy but it’s my job to keep her safe.
At 3:15, I picked her up early and she was just fine. So despite walking up and down the street, holding back the tears, the Princess survived her first birthday party without me.