There is a little girl who lives 3 houses down (we'll call her "J") who is 5 and she and Lila are apparently infatuated with each other. You would think I would be thrilled that Lila has someone so close by to play with. But my kid is obsessive. And as I am learning so is her little friend.
For the most part, they play together wonderfully. Lila has no problem letting J play with all her toys and actually encourages J to take the first turn on any toy they have to share (as I was writing the last sentence, there was a knock at my door. It is J wanting Lila to play. It's 9:30 in the morning. More on this later). Lila is a tremendously gracious host and for a 4 year old, very polite. J is not so much. She is demanding and bossy. She is high maintenance. She can't play with any one thing for more than a few minutes wanting to go inside, then outside, then upstairs then back outside then needs to poop all in a matter of minutes. Lila does not play like this. It frustrates her, and makes me insane.
The fact that J can't sit still is actually the least annoying thing about the situation. We can see J's yard from our living room window. Practically every 3 minutes for 5 months now, Lila goes to the window excitedly yelping, "I think J is home! I want to go play with her!" or "I want to go play in J's yard!". This isn't awful in itself, but it's impossible to get her to come and have dinner when she SEES J playing in her back yard.
And J spends a LOT of time outside. I am pretty sure that her parents send her outside for hours at a time by herself, which makes me extremely nervous to send Lila over there. I realize that we live on a dead end street and that their yard is completely fenced in, but I still want to watch my kid to make sure she doesn't get hurt or abducted. She's only 4 for Christ's sake and we haven't begun to terrorize her with "Stranger Danger" quite yet. Needless to say, when they play together it's either at my house or with me sitting outside watching them. This consumes way more of my time than I would like.
Yesterday, I had the day off and my mother took Lila so that I could get some housework and errands done. At 9:30, J came to the door asking if Lila could come out to play. I told her that Lila was at her Grandma's and wouldn't be home until close to dinner time. She accepted this and walked away. About 15 minutes later, my front door opens and J takes off up my stairs! "You can't just walk into people's houses," I tell her. "Plus, I told you Lila isn't home. Go home and I will send Lila over when she comes home later."
At 10:30, I just happen to look outside and see that J is in my yard playing with Lila's soccer ball and net. "You can't play in my yard when Lila isn't here and with no one keeping an eye on you," I tell her. She goes home.
At 11:15, my doorbell rings. Guess who?
At 12:00, Ben comes home for lunch. J comes running down the street asking him if Lila is home.
At around 1:00, I go to take a shower. When I turn off the water, I hear DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG, knock knock knock knock, DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG. J is assaulting my doorbell and rabidly knocking at my door. I decide to ignore her. This continues while I get dressed, brush my teeth, apply makeup, and blow dry my hair for about 20 minutes. When I finally go downstairs and open the door, she asks "is Lila home?"
REALLY? I think. Seriously? "It isn't dinner time yet, is it?" I say. "No," she tells me. I explain to her that if someone doesn't answer the door after the SECOND time you ring the doorbell, that they are either not home or they are too busy to answer the door, and further, that it is not good manners to keep on coming over after I already told her that Lila isn't home and won't be home until much later.
When I come home from running errands at 4:00, guess who is sitting on my porch?
As I was writing this (about 20 minutes ago), J came to the door. She and Lila played for about 5 minutes and J wanted to "run home for a minute." This means I have to go out onto my porch and watch her (because regardless of what her parents allow, I am not going to be held responsible of something DOES happen to her). She came back with a Justin Bieber photograph, and stayed for about 3 minutes before needing to "run home again."
Image removed because I was tired of seeing the searches used to find my blog were overwhelmingly filled with "Justin Bieber Bulge". SERIOUSLY. WHO THE HELL IS SEARCHING FOR THAT???I am SOOOO glad she starts full-day Kindergarten tomorrow.