The annual office Christmas Party would be an overnight affair at a ski resort, and to help the families on staff, kids would be invited to attend their own Christmas party in another ballroom complete with babysitters.
Our boys were THRILLED. They were going to get to spend the night in a Ho-Towel. (I love the way young kids pronounce words. Forever a hotel will now be known as ho-towels in our family). The boys love their fancy hotel visits. It usually means a splash in a pool, getting to watch tv in bed, and all sorts of treats they don’t get at home. It didn’t matter they were getting a special Christmas party, the ho-towel visit is what brought the anticipation.
My wife and I were the first to arrive at the ballroom, and were shocked when we found out the party room wasn’t next door to the grown-up party, but instead down a hall, down a flight of stairs, and down another hall.
“I’m not going to the party,” my wife reacted.
We went to check it out, and she became more nervous. She had to sign a waiver. A waiver relieving the sitters of liability in the case of injury, illness, or death. Oh, that’s a great way to put a helicopter parent’s fears at ease – tell them the kid might die and they don’t care.
My wife bristled again.
We decided she would hang out for a few minutes, and help the boys transition. A few other parents came in and started dropping kids. Some were older, some were younger, and all the other parents just dropped the kids and then hit the bar. I always wonder how people do that. While our managers had hired the sitters, they were still strangers to us. And yet here people were just dropping the kids and turning around without a second thought. I’d like to be a little more like that.
After a few minutes, and a room full of kids, I convinced my wife to head up for a drink and let the boys have some time for fun. They didn’t even notice we were gone.
We took turns checking in on the boys over the next few hours and they had a blast. Our night still ended early, my wife rescued the still awake boys at 10pm, while I stayed at my party for an extra hour doing the Shot-Ski a few times before retiring to the room.