When I walked in the door to pick Big Kid up, he took one look at me and burst into tears, screaming that he didn't want to go home and wished I wasn't there.
Gee thanks, I missed you too.
So because I didn't feel like fighting, and because it did sound like fun, we negotiated to having Em and family over for pizza and Wii tonight.
I know, I know, I have lots of stuff I should be doing instead, and it's a school night for Big Kid, but this sounds like way more fun than any of that.
So we'll get our two totally exhausted four year olds back together and enjoy each other's company for the evening.
On the way home:
Ashley: Oh my goodness, that little kid is not in a carseat in that car next to us.
Big Kid: One time, I bemembered dat Em was in our car wif no carseat, dest a single stwap.
Ashley: No! That never happened!
Big Kid: Yes it did too. I bemember, we were going out to eat, and I bemembered it 'cuz Emmers was not in a carseat, dest in a stwap.
Ashley: Big Kid, that never happened. Not in my car. Oh! I think there was one time we met them at KMart and I let her ride in our car to the McDonald's in the same parking lot, in just a seatbelt.
Big Kid: Nope, dat was not da time So dere was dat time too. But I bemember dis one all da time 'cuz we were going out to eat.
Now let me tell you with ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY that this did not happen. I remember even being nervous about the 50 feet in the empty parking lot to the McDonald's. I really hope he isn't "bemembering" this stuff to other people when I'm not around.
Anyway, it seems that the overnight was a success. Although I guess at one point Big Kid smacked Emmers and then immediately ran to LK and begged her "not to tell Ashley 'bout da smackin'" which she immediately IMed me and told me about.
Then when I arrived, Em kept whispering to LK to be sure I was told about the smacking. Finally we got in the car and closed the doors and Big Kid immediately blurted out "I smacked Em, and I'm sowwy and feel bad." and we had a talk about hitting.
It wasn't much of a talk because he felt so bad, and had tattled on himself, and seriously knew what he did was wrong. He said "Sometimes she's dest so fwustwatin' and I dest got out of contwol and I smacked her. And dat was bad. I really dest wuv her lots dough."
He's sitting here anxiously awaiting her arrival. I actually had sufficient motivation to unearth the laundry couch. I didn't just hide the clean laundry either, I actually put it away.
So I did accomplish something today.
Now I can hang out guilt free.