We were invited to the 5th birthday party of one of Monkey’s former classmates yesterday. Most of the kids at the party were former classmates. Monkey’s teacher was there as well. It all started promising. Monkey was excited to see his friends and he ran around and played with them. His teacher commented on all the great progress Monkey has made this summer.
Then the music started and he began to toss a fit. He refused to be in the backyard. The best I could do was keep him in the alley along the side of the house and block his escape into the street. He kept signing and saying “home.”
I felt like an absolute ass having to leave the party after a half hour. I tried to excuse us graciously but I was on the verge of tears after having watched all the other kids dancing, laughing and enjoying themselves while Monkey panicked. I needed to leave as well. It was a crappy, crappy day. Monkey was fine by the time we got home but it took a stiff drink and some sleep for me to shake off the funk.
*Sigh* I should write the little girl’s mom to let her know why we left. I tried to explain but I don’t think I did a very good job yesterday.
I understand that funk. So sorry 🙁
I’m so sorry! I know that feeling of wishing so much that my guy could participate fully like his peers.
We recently experienced the same. Among other types of gatherings, we try to avoid swim parties because they usually end up with vomiting in the pool….ends the fun for everyone! We quietly slip out after that.
Proud of you for going. Maybe one day……
We’ll keep trying, maybe one day is practically our family motto, lol.