First Sleep Over!

Okay so Beau had his first sleep over last night and he did way better than I did! He slept over his nana and grampy's house and had no problems at all. Went to bed on time, took a nap the next day, drank and ate great... all the things he should be doing for me, but chooses not to.

So Neill and I decided it was time to let him stay over. After all, she has a crib set up and he takes naps in it just fine. So it's time for me to let it go and stop being such a baby about him sleeping over. We decided it was a good time for him to sleep over this weekend and I was so upset Neill had to call my mom and ask her if she wanted him to sleep over. Yes, I was crying as he was on the phone! So we hang out over my mom's for a few and then get ready to go and here I go again.... tears. He's not even batting an eye when we leave because he's got Nana and Grampy and Auntie all to himself. I cry on the drive home... and I cry in the morning when he's not there. It felt aweful to look in the back seat of the car and not see him or his carseat. Made me feel sick to my stomach although I know he's perfectly safe and sound.

So we use our opportunity and give the house a total clean and it's so weird to not worry if the bathroom door is shut or if that nickel stays on the floor until I'm ready to put it in the change jar. Now the house once again looks like a house and not like a bomb filled with baby toys blew up. So we go back to my parents to pick up Beau and have a BBQ... now I'm am so excited to see my little boy that I can't get there fast enough (thankfully Neill was driving). So we pull in and guess what... he's SLEEPING! This is f*&%$#g bulls&^t!!!! WAKE UP!!!

So we're eating dinner... and we're eating dinner... and we're talking.... and Neill jumps in the pool... and YES!! finally he wakes up! Yeah, I know it was only and hour, but DAMN! Doesn't he know his mommy has missed him like crazy and just wants to hug and kiss him??? So my sister was inside when he wakes up and she comes walking out with my little diaper man and he smiles at me, but that's it. No getting excited, no reaching for me, just a little smile. I'm so not satisfied with that. He spends the rest of the night fighting me and pushing me away, as I'm trying to stop him from climbing on and off the table, etc. Finally, he hugs me when we get home and I ask him if he wants to go to bed. So, now he's asleep and I can't wait to spend some quality time playing tomorrow and hopefully he'll love me again... yeah, I know he loves me.

PS. we have a new word to add to the collection... do you want a hint? Okay, mommy needs to watch her language... do you have an idea what it is yet? Okay, okay. His newest word is sh*t. Grrreat!