Who is Sam’s tag-a-long, you ask? Me, that’s who. He has this rockin’ social life, and thankfully I’m allowed to come along as his driver/bodyguard. Otherwise I’d be home darning my socks (and his), even ones without holes. Yes, my social life not only revolves around his — it is his. Pathetic or kinda cute? You be the judge, I can’t decide. Yesterday I escorted him to his friend’s Thomas birthday party in the morning. Sam was in Train Heaven, and I was in Mommy Heaven hanging out with some fun mommies for a couple of hours. In fact, it was hard to tell who had a better time. He is finally at an age at which I don’t have to watch him like a hawk every second at a party, and he can even be in the other room for a while. I never thought it would happen — I had given up hope. Suddenly that day was here, and it was wonderful. Jackpot!
Sam’s Tag-a-Long
He was so over-stimulated he didn’t eat anything but chocolate cake and a couple of crackers. Oh, well, at least his priorities are in order. All the more pizza for Mom! Then we barreled home with him falling asleep and me yelling, screaming, playing music, anything to keep him awake. Miraculously we made it, and we both got our naps. We had to rest up for the next party, folks.
Party Number 2 was a Winter Party at the new bouncy house play-place through my Mothers’ Club. That was a lot of fun, and with Daddy Mac there, I actually got to hold a real conversation or two. He and his little buddy Frent (officially called “Trent”) had a big ole time checking out all the bouncy houses, reminiscent of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. (“And this one was just right!”) A friend of mine was there with her two small kids but without her husband. I asked her how she managed to watch both of them, because the place is basically a huge warehouse filled with trampolines, not exactly the safest (but definitely the most fun) environment for kiddos. She replied with a laugh, “Oh, I don’t watch them.” I just stared at her. She continued, “I just watch the door to make sure one of them doesn’t walk out.” Not such a bad idea, using zone defense to prevent the absolute worst case scenario. The zone just happens to be the doorway.
Once again, the dude didn’t eat anything but a cupcake. Thankfully I had eaten something beforehand so I didn’t end up having pizza for lunch and dinner. (Although I do realize that worse things have happened than that.) Before long he was so tired he was stumbling, and much to my chagrin, we were out of there. I guess the tag-a-long really shouldn’t grumble when the Prime Mover has to go home and get some beauty sleep. C’mon though, it’s tough for anyone over age 5 to call it a night at 6:45 on a Saturday when surrounded by fun people, cupcakes, and bouncy houses.
Thankfully though, Sam’s party agenda is still happenin.’ I’m, I mean, HE is so excited for his preschool’s Chick-Fil-A night on Monday. It goes from 5:30 to 7:30, so we’re going to get there early to max it out. You never know when you-know-who will turn into a pumpkin, bringing my vicarious social life to a screeching halt, literally.
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