I’ve been holding onto this story for months! I have wanted to share this with all of you so badly, but I was afraid to because I didn’t know if this mama read my blog and I didn’t want to have an awkward run in with her if she did. Now that I’ve moved, I’m feeling a little braver, so here goes.
A few months ago I went on a playdate from hell. It was exactly like those horrible blind dates, where you instantly know it’s not going to work out, but you have to stay through the disastrous dinner (and maybe dessert) anyway. First playdates feel a ton like first dates, don’t they? You don’t really know the other mom or child that well. On the surface, it seems like you may have a lot in common, but until you have that first playdate, you can’t be sure. And now, it’s not just you who needs to mesh. Your freaking kids have to hit it off too. Talk about pressure!
There was a mom that I kept running into everywhere I went. We were in the same library class, ran into each other at the park, and even saw each other at the grocery store. Our kids were close in age and after a few smiles and hellos, we exchanged numbers. She invited me over to her house and I accepted.
Whenever I go to someone’s house, I like to bring something. It’s so hard because when you don’t know the person, you don’t know what they like (or what they let their kids eat). I decided to bring a snack for the kids – those organic letter cookies that all the kids usually enjoy at the other playdates I’ve been on. When we got to her house, I handed her the cookies and told her I brought a snack for the kiddos. She looked at me and said, “Oh, I already gave my son a snack before you came. Didn’t your son eat snack already?” Ummm, my son eats all day. And since food is usually a central part of the playdates I have been on in the past, I was guessing my child was going to want a snack in the two hours we would be at her house. Awkward! I’ll get back to this snack thing in a bit.
The first toy my son set his eyes on was a car in the foyer. The mom’s jaw set as she said, “Oh, we aren’t playing with that today. We are only playing with toys in the living room. The car is in here for a reason.” Ummm, okay. I ripped my son’s hands off the car and distracted him with a Mr. Potato Head in a really cool Mr. Potato Head case that I saw in the living room. I asked her if he could play with it. Her response was, “Oh, I guess. It’s just really hard to put the pieces back in the case.” So was that a yes or a no? It’s in the designated acceptable toy area. Awkward! My son played with it for a few minutes and then asked for his snack. I asked her if it was ok if he had a snack and where he should sit. She showed me a kids table and I sat him down. As my son was eating the cookies, I was sitting on the floor next to him, frantically trying to catch each crumb. I instantly sensed that this was not a house to make a mess in. While I was busy catching cookie crumbs, she was busy putting the Mr. Potato Head back in the box. My son asked if he could still play with it, but she didn’t stop putting it away. I guess playtime with that particular toy was over. Once my son was finished eating, I surveyed the table, chair and floor, making sure I picked up every last crumb. I thought I had them all and breathed a sigh of relief. As I walked away, she immediately came over and picked up a crumb and threw it out. Sh-t, I must have missed one! Awkward! [Read more...]