Monday, December 21, 2009

I Suck At Playdates

Well, today is the first day of Christmas vacation. Being the SUPER Mom I am, I decided to invite Erin's friend, Anna, over for a playdate. An all day playdate, because that's what Super Mom's do (I think). It was going so well. They played dress up, rode the Barbie's van/motor home thing around, played V-Motion. Fun and more fun. Luke was even trying to be good & not ram the girls' toys with his cars, too hard.

Being near the end of a very rainy month, I had yet to get my car inspected, so we all loaded up to do that, then planned to stop off at Pooh Sticks park on the way back home. The kids were waiting as patiently as kids can possibly wait, when I decided I better take Mr Potty Training himself to the bathroom. Apparently I was two minutes too late. I noticed trampled puddles on the floor and really, really hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. Wet pants proved me wrong. So we (I) cleaned up the puddles, and when the car was done, headed back home for a wardrobe change.

We finally arrive at the park, it's a beautiful day. Sunny, cool. Luke & I are playing ball, the girls are playing. I took a bit to call my sister in law, turn around a minute later, and poor Anna is bleeding all over her hand. She had slipped off the timber she was walking on and bit/busted her lip. She never made a peep. Back to the car we go to clean up & call her Mom. Anna decided she wanted to go to her Maw Maw's for the rest of the day. After all, her Maw Maw doesn't bloody her up. And as if my daughter had busted her own lip, she started wailing. Didn't want Anna to go. Ugh!

So I decide, that after we drop off Anna, we can go to Target to scout toys, and if they are really good, eat at Chick-Fil-A aka the only place my daughter will actually put a morsel of chicken in her mouth. Target went well, thank goodness. The kids got shoes & monkey shirts. Erin finally got the sparkly pink shoes she has wanted all her life.

To Chick-Fil-A we go. At Noon. When school is out. What was I thinking? I know where my son gets his lapse of judgement. The kids ate well and we went into the sound proof barrier room to play. Luke is always nervous to go up alone, so I go too. Erin announced to everyone, "Watch out, my Mom is coming too!" Beep Beep Beep. (OK, I ate well too.) I was once again reminded why I would not be paid to be a child again. Pushing, screaming, kicking. WHERE ARE THESE KIDS PARENTS?

We made it out alive. And I really really hoped the kids would fall asleep on the way home. But, instead I was serenaded by my children. Erin sang The Farmer in the Dell, Luke sang Happy Birthday Jesus.

We come home to this tornado.

But, 4 books later & it is nap time. WHEW! The day is half done! Now excuse me, I have wet pants to wash.


  1. I swear...I am keeping Chick Fil A in biz lately!!
    by the looks of that room they had a great time!

  2. you are too funny, bet you won't get wild hair again anytime soon!!