Today is Day 1 of a challenge I set for myself - to write every day for the month of May & simply tell the truth: Good. Bad. Beautiful. Ugly. Embarrassing. Exciting. Titillating. Boring.
Whatever - so long as it's the truth for that day (or moment)...
(If I'd been more on it, I would have started May 1st, but - Oh well - that's sort of how my life goes these days)
So, today, I took the kids to the 5th birthday party of one of my son's best friends. They've been in preschool together for the last three years & Trent just loves him. And I really like their family. And their youngest really like Iara. Wins all 'round!
And we had a great time - until it came time for the Birthday Boy to open his presents & suddenly all the other children (including Trent) descended on the poor boy like f*cking vultures, offering to 'help' him open his presents; screaming; elbowing each other; and generally acting like little beasts.
This is a bad situation for Trent, who gets really overwhelmed, but can't seem to pull himself out of the group. I could see he was starting to get frustrated, and he started pushing himself closer & yelling, and I kept having him move out of the group, or at least in the midst of kids I know he does well with (and who do well with him) - and away from a couple kids he was clearly 'sparking' with.
And then, after about 15 minutes of this, I suddenly realize I have no idea where Iara is!
And I had a mini panic attack.
And she was fine - standing about 10 feet away, seemingly totally in her own world.
Some other parents noticed all this & said they'd asked her if she wanted to come closer & she kept saying 'no'.
And I felt simultaneously relieved that other people had been taking care of Iara & *totally embarrassed* that I had been witnessed in the act of *forgetting all about my 16 month old daughter*!!!
Seriously, what kind of a parent does that?!?!?
I am losing my mind...