P and I had yet another one of our conversations this morning while driving to daycare and work:
P:You've been the mommy a long time.
Me: Yes, I have.
P: Well, it's my turn to be the mommy, now.
P: Ask me what I want you to do.
Me: What do you want me to do?
P: You have to say 'Mommy, what do you want to me do right now?'
Me: Mommy, what do you want me to do right now?
P: I want you to pull the car over, so I can drive me to daycare.
P's friend J did come over to spend the night on Friday. It was a pretty painless experience. They both had fun, and CD enjoyed the extra attention. P never sleeps in her bed, but Friday, she attempted to sleep there. About 1:30am, she called me and told me she was 'all done sleeping' in her bed. They both woke at 7 Saturday morning, with a list of requests for breakfast.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful...I slept. And slept. And slept. And watched TV. And slept. Then P came home from D's house Sunday afternoon, and everything was back to normal.
I was informed on Friday that P needs 3 immunizations. The Federal Immunization Folks say she is to get them between 4 and 6 years old, but the fine folks at the clinic on the Busiest Air Base in the World said that since she's in daycare, she needs to get them ASAP. Since I know I'll cry more than P, and I never ask D for anything, maybe I'll ask him to take her...Maybe I'll work up the nerve to make the appointment this week.
I hope the vaccinations go well. I am already feeling the pain.