Due to Hurricane Sandy taking out our power and water, we spent three nights at our friends’ apartment on the Upper West Side.
As a houseguest in my pre-child days, I was always concerned that I wasn’t doing enough around the house, that I brought a decent enough gift and that my tendency to over-do it on toilet paper usage was going unnoticed. After I got married, I often worried that my husband was making a large enough effort to be social, regardless of whether our hosts were “his” or “my” friends.
Now, I have no worries about my husband and me. Our likelihood of quickly outstaying our welcome rests solely on our two-year-old daughter.
Thankfully, our current hosts have a three-year-old son, Charlie, so they are well aware of the trials and tribulations that come along with having a small child. However, their small child, while he might have his own set of daytime issues, gets an A++ in “GOING TO BED”. Mazzy, as I have detailed in the past, has failed BEDTIME repeatedly.
The plan was for the two of them to sleep in Charlie’s room and generally follow Charlie’s bedtime routine— his house, his rules. Mazzy is the guest, after all.
This went as well as you might imagine.