The 2:00am Phone Call

Last night I continued preparing for our Memorial Day Cookout. I made my mom's macaroni salad, which took a couple hours. When that was finally finished I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down to relax since my munchkin was at the neighbor's I decided to do something that I never do...have myself a glass of wine while home alone. I took one sip of the wine, looked to my left and remembered I can't drink...I'm on antibiotics. Opps... So much for sitting down and relaxing with a glass of wine.

Finally at 2am I thought it was okay, so off to bed I went with the plan to get up in the AM to clean up the kitchen, pick up the house, do laundry and finish preparing for Monday's Memorial Day Cookout. I laid down in bed thinking that my munchkin was successful with his first friend sleepover. In 4 minutes my phone rang (2:04am exactly). My munchkin wanted to come home. He was crying and missed his mommy. So I got up, met them half-way on the walk and brought my baby home. I was okay with the idea he came home primarily because of my earlier questioning of whether I should have let him actually stay over.

It is okay that he really didn't accomplish his major milestone...he can remain my baby a little while longer.