As most of you know my 2 1/2 year old son attends a barnehage five minutes walk from our house. He's happy there although very attached to the teacher and assistant in his own little department of seven kids. At the same age, his sisters were like, ' Right Mom, who needs you? I'm off to play with my friends. See ya'. My son makes it very clear every day that he not only needs me, but also his dad and sisters (at least he seems to always want to know where they are, and never bores of the answers: 'office' and school').
So yesterday I was a bit surprised by a note from the barnehage telling us that in honour of the little kiddies moving into a big kiddies group after the summer, they are planning a sleepover next week at the barnehage for the (still in my opinion) very little kiddies, all of whom turn three some time this year. I did play with accepting the offer for a moment but really when I thought about it for a moment more, there's no way baby boy is ready to sleep away from home, even if it's only down the road. I'm not ready either, but that's another story.
While I do wonder about the lunacy of offering to give up a decent, normal night's sleep in a bed to entertain a bunch of diaper-wearing under-threes, sleep with them on mattresses on the floor at one's workplace, then face them all in the morning and feed them breakfast before starting another day's work, I honestly appreciate the dedication inherent in the proposal.
They were very good about it when I declined the offer this morning whilst expressing my gratitude for their lunacy. The staff seemed surprised though that baby boy hasn't slept away from us before, as in with grandparents and other relatives. The other kids in his group are doing the sleepover it seems. My son doesn't even know what a sleepover is and my attempts to explain it have failed miserably.
His sisters, on the other, are always begging to sleep at other people's houses. Anyone's house except their own, in fact. Unfortunately the barnehage aren't interested in having two enthusiastic assistants for a night. Shame.