This was an original post for LA Moms Blog on February 10, 2009. SV Moms Group was acquired by Technorati so I post my archives here on Fridays.
I am a bad playdate mom. I admit it.
I show up at play groups with dirty kids and no snack. If one of my kids pees his pants or poops in his diaper, chances are I don’t have a change of clothes or enough wipes in the diaper bag, so I mooch off you. I sit on the couch while my children wreck your house, ignoring them so I can chat with my friends and sip a glass of wine. If I ever make an effort and stock my bag with tasty and healthy snacks for my kids, inevitably they see what your kid is eating and want that instead. I allow my older son to ask if he can bring one of your kid’s toys home. I stay until the bitter end, that much closer to bedtime. I don’t help clean up.
On the other hand…
I save your child from breaking her neck as she jumps off a bed and tries to land on a dresser.
I wipe snot from your kid’s face without a second thought.
I don’t allow my children to hit your children.
I open boxes, fix toys, lead sing-alongs, and play games. And that’s just for the moms. I save the dirty jokes for the kids.
And…
When it’s my turn to host, I let your children run amok all over my house. Our furniture is stained and beaten, so I don’t care if someone spills something. I lay out a nice array of healthy and tasty food. I always have booze. I let you take diapers and wipes. I let your kid sleep in my kid’s crib.
I never allow anyone to help clean up.
I may be lacking when I come to your house, but I make up for it. Can I come over?
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