Playdates.

I absolutely hate them.


Now, don't get me wrong .. my kids get plenty of socialisation, and basically, I think about 70% of my life is dedicated to making them happy .. as opposed to simply fed, clothed and cleaned.

It's the ME factor. Yep, despite the fact about 1% .. ok, maybe 2% of my life being dedicated to me being happy .. I still feel like a horrible old shrew with every playdate I turn down.

I.just.don't.have.the.time.energy.or.inclination.

Honestly.


I'm tired. real tired.

I work, mother, do all the cooking and cleaning ( got a great husband, but he's always working too .. lately, he was overseas for a month ).
Recently a pair of my pants disintegrated and we realised I was wearing them in images of my firstborn at 6months old.
I don't go shopping for me. I have a 3yr old. When I get babysitters, it's so I can work, not flit around shopping.
It's not much fun at the moment, but I figure my time will come ( I look forward to being alone in a changing room again )

Every day after school, I let my kids play with other kids for on average an hour, in a park near the school. Let them run, climb, have fun.
On Saturdays there's birthday parties, and Sunday is my husband's day off, so that's family day.. if i'm not working.

Tealights in Treetops and Bright Happy Faces..

I read other people after a blog meet saying "oh so&so was exactly the same as she is on her blog" blah blah blah .. but Melody wasn't.

I dunno. Maybe because i've always met others in a 'group' setting .. but meeting Melody was like the first time my sister brought home a "Snoopy" VHS and I frowned at the screen .. "Charlie Brown doesn't sound like that !"

Obviously i'd been reading too long and i'd made up a voice to go with. It's ok though, her real-life voice ( and person ! ) was much nicer than the one i'd made up for her.
Am I digging a hole here ? :)


We'd been counting down the days until our playdate, and before M&M came over, I was made to write her name and draw some lovehearts on the blackboard. To which the 4yr old added his own name. "This says "I wub Monet" he told me .. ( and gathering from the parting hugs and kisses, i'll make a stalker out of him yet )

Poor Monet:

And something i've been meaning to do since at least last Xmas, is get the tins of frozen water out of the freezer and hammer nails into them a'la A Scent of Water like, 3yrs ago ( so long ago, there's no link I can find, and I think it might have been on her old blog ).

Pop in a tealight and hang from a tree. I likey.