Daddy’s coworkers came over today for a house party. I’m not really comfortable around strangers, but they figured out a way to get on my good side. They just fed me a lot of good food! That won me over.
There was a three-year-old boy, and it was hard for me to relinquish my domain to another boy. We’ve never had another boy over to the house. I actually did a really good job sharing my things. He was not used to the situation either so he kind of just made himself at home and that meant that my toys became his toys. At first I didn’t want to share anything, but eventually I realized that I couldn’t watch over everything and keep everything in my reach so I just settled for keeping the toys in my reach for me and letting him play with everything else. It worked for the most part, but he would wander over wanting to play with me and what I had. I have to admit that there was a lot of crying on my part. But no matter how upset with the situation I got, I never did anything bad like hitting or biting or anything. I exhibited quite a lot of acceptance. There were some peaceful moments where we found mutual interests and got along quite well.
But near the end of the party, when playing in my area surrounded by Daddy’s coworkers who felt sorry for me, I asked Daddy, “When these people going to leave?” It was understandable. This was Daddy’s party, not mine. All of our guests had a great time and everyone seemed to be happy to see Daddy outside of his work environment, but, if I’m being honest, I would have preferred a quiet day with just Mommy and Daddy. In the end, I survived and grew up a bit, learning that I just can’t always have my way.
I think the next time I will be better prepared and probably have more fun. For now, I was just happy to have survived the day.