Friday, November 9

The Playdate...isn't Me.

The Things have a playdate today, one of the first of its kind. The girl was dropped off at our house, the kids ran into the bedroom and closed the door. They've been laughing a giggling and fully engaged.

I am thrilled for my kids, but a bit, I dunno, jealous? I offered to make brownies with them and they just ignored me. I guess I'm going to have to step-up my tactics if I want to get in on the fun.

I'm sitting here, wondering when playdates turned from my girlfriends and I drinking wine and watching the kids toddle and bobble around before falling into a heap of exhaustion from sheer social engagement to today where I stand in my kitchen with a preheated oven alone with Betty Crocker wondering if they'll let me play too....


The Babbler said...

:-( That's so bittersweet and I don't mean that as a pun off the brownies.

Emily said...

We are now in sleepover playdate mode. It is SO awesome. We're having an extra five year old over tonight. Two weeks ago, it was a double sleepover for medium and large and their buddies. SO. MUCH. FUN.