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....
Friday, November 9
The Playdate...isn't Me.
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:-( That's so bittersweet and I don't mean that as a pun off the brownies.
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.
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