Eleanor was invited to a birthday party, which was today.
I’m so wrapped up in this class and Joseph is so wrapped up in selling the ranch (less than a month to clear everything – crunch time!) that we didn’t do birthday shopping till today. Then we came home and collapsed.
An hour before we had to leave for the party, Eleanor is absolutely crashed out, we’re both tired and hungry and antisocial, and we just do not want to leave the house. It’s a place we’ve never been, we have no idea who else will be there but I expect it will all be much older kids … we were dragging so hard.
And then we had an absolutely delightful time.
The place was great – it’s going to be another go-to place for Eleanor to romp in the future. The crowd was very mixed in age – everything from 1 to 12, I’d guess. Eleanor romped hard for well over two hours. It was relaxed, it was fun … it felt like the best part of belonging to a community.
And we said, oh, won’t Eleanor sleep well tonight. So of course, she’s quietly puttering around in her room, a full hour after the go-to-bed routine, being good and quiet and in no way asleep. It makes no sense. She should be either throwing a full out exhaustion tantrum or she should be collapsed in a heap.
All of our predictions about tonight were wrong.