Is there a playdate addiction group somewhere? If so, then I'm totally sending these kids of mine. I'm tellin' you, these two short people are beyond obsessed with playdates all day, every day. Now some days, that can be a good thing (like when the playdate's at someone else's house, for example), but there are other days when I wanna kick the inventor of the playdate right straight in the balls. Cause God help me, it seems I've become a friggin' playdate pimp for my children.
You see, the very first words out of my kids' mouths when I greet them at the end of the school day aren't "hi" or "hello" or anything of that nature. Oh, no. I immediately get hit up with a, "CAN WE HAVE A PLAYDATE????" as they throw their backpacks and scooters at me. Never mind the fact that I haven't seen them for six whole hours or that I brought them into this world eight years ago just a mere nine minutes apart so they'd have their very own built-in playmate for life. Screw that noise though -- it's all about the damn playdate, yo.
And if the scheduling and coordinating and shuffling around weren't bad enough, I often find myself having to also be the entertainment director as well. What the shit?! I am NOT a Carnival Cruise Line, people! Sorry to inform you, kids, but I don't dance or sing or make balloon animals on command. I got your friends over here, now go make your own fun, dammit!
I suppose I should probably just come up with a playdate survival kit to make it a much more bearable situation. And no, I'm not talking about arts and crafts and activities for the wee ones. My kit would include ear plugs, Advil and lots and lots of wine -- for ME. Cause that is what playdates SHOULD be made of....