this weekend. We had a really nice day today. We went to a Spanish
story hour at the local library, then out for coffee and a scone, then
home for lunch and a nap. I had to wake the kids up from their nap they
slept so long. When has that ever happened?! I would have just let them
sleep, but we were supposed to head over to see some friends for a
playdate and sleepover, plus with the time change I wanted to be sure
that the kids were good and ready for bed when the time rolled around.
We had a great playdate and dinner, but bedtime was, um, well, not so
great. While Riley's sleeping has been back on track at home, he
screamed as soon as I put him down at our friends'. He's slept there
before no problem, many times, so not sure what was up. I guess he's
still working through his sleeping issues or having his phase or
whatever. I confess that I lost my shit. I made the right decision—take
the kids home rather than letting Riley sob—but I didn't execute it
very well. I had really been looking forward to spending the evening
having a good dinner and some grown-up conversation with my friends,
and I directed my disappointment at missing out on that towards the
kids. Not fair, not right—it's not like the little man deliberately
thwarted me; he felt scared for whatever reason. I did apologize to
them, but still. Sigh. It's such a classic pattern: do something
regretful, think it won't happen again, feel guilty when it does. Must
think about how to get rid of the guilt. Or manage my emotions better.
Still, overall it was a nice day, and there are worse things than
sleeping in my own bed. Speaking of which, I'm headed there soon. After all of the
kerfuffle, we didn't get home unitl 8:00 p.m., which is already an hour
past the kids' bedtime. And, of course, 8:00 p.m. is really 9:00 p.m.
because of the time change. Oh, well, maybe the twins will "sleep in"
tomorrow. Fake sleeping in is better than no sleeping in.