Ah, the playdate. A veritable mine of blog post inspiration. (Incidentally, I don’t like the term “playdate”. I’m sure we didn’t use it when I was a kid. However, it seems to be pretty ubiquitous now, and it’s snappier than “having friends round to play”, so I’ll stick with it for the time being – happy to receive alternative suggestions). The playdate is yet another one of those things that seems like a good idea at the time. Keeps the kids entertained for a couple of hours, and you can have a good old chinwag with your mummy pals over a nice cuppa.
If you’re a Beta Mummy like me, you’re probably undecided about whether it’s better to host or guest at a playdate. If you’re the host: unless it’s your best friends coming (the ones who have seen you bra-less and know how infrequently you change your bedsheets), you feel obliged to attempt to do something about the embarrassing state of your house beforehand – cue mad panic and futile efforts to make it look less like Beirut and more like somewhere that won’t be a health hazard to little Johnny and co. If you’re the guest: anxiety about how your child will behave…will he batter the other kids round the head like last time? Will he be the spoilt brat who won’t let anyone else play with the Best Toy? Will he be the one who does a monumental shit in his pants requiring a full change into a borrowed pair of joggers? It’s a quandry.
One thing I do know is that my kids’ playdates never look like this:
Generally speaking they look more like this:
And as for getting the chance to chat to friends over a nice cuppa? HA! Good luck with that.
p.s. There is another option: go on a group outing. That way, nobody gets their house trashed, everyone’s a winner! What could possibly go wrong…? Fellow Beta Mummy, MumWorkRepeat explains exactly what….