Strictly on Schedule

I never thought people would be insulted by my awesome parenting skills. That is until last night when we attended a Chanukah party that was called for 8pm. My kids usually go to bed before then. If I would’ve brought them, they would’ve fallen asleep in the car and would’ve been zombies at the party. And then I would’ve had to be the one who took care of them in their zombie-like state. Not fun. So, I decided to leave them home so DH and I could attend the party and the kids could get a good night sleep. It seemed like the reasonable thing to do.

Wow, was the hostess of our party insulted. How dare we not bring the kids! It’s Chanukah! They should be allowed to stay up late for Chanukah! All I did was nod and smile. Nod and smile. Nod and smile some more. If my child was 5, maybe I would’ve brought him, but bare in mind that my oldest is only 2. We left the party at 11:15pm. I couldn’t even imagine what my kids would’ve been like after staying up so late. On the way home, all I could think about was how I really was thinking about the well-being of my kids and that ALWAYS has to come first, no matter what anyone else thinks.

Until next time,