Argh. I just lost a long rant about an unexpected 6 year old guest that left a urine-soaked futon in her wake, discovered only recently - on my youngest's third birthday. Damn! Double damn!
Suffice it to say Lola had a grand time, but her friend's dad was the absolute worst to deal with, planning-wise. For example:
I would have liked to know Friend might pee in her sleep.
I would have liked Friend to be here sometime before 8:00pm for their sleepover and dinner.
I would have liked her to not drink from the just-opened salad dressing bottle, the only one the girls like, the only way they will eat raw broccoli with...
I would have liked Friend's dad to actually know something about her habits and needs.
I would have liked Friend to have better communication skills.
And I would have liked her to actually sleep through the night without needing me to sit with her at 2:30am.
It was not fun for Chris and me at all, and we have so much going on this weekend, including Pearl's birthday today, that I just wasn't ready. And it made me stressed out. But Lola had the best time ever.
So now, with the futon soaked in tea tree oil solution, with a fan drying it close by, I am drinking a Spaten Optimator, going to watch a cheesy action movie with Chris. There, it does get better.
And to make it absolutely clear, Pearl is 3 today!
