playdate = blind date

i thought when i got married. that blind dates were over. done. no more.

pushed aside. never to be thought of again.

but i was wrong. of course i was wrong.

we had a playdate yesterday. my two littles with two other littles. they are all in the same classes together at school.

and i realized that a playdate = a blind date.

but what i thought of as i drove home was. playdates. they are blind dates all over. you get together because you hope your kids will get along and play nicely together. have fun. use up some energy. but you don't think of yourself. what am i going to do for the two hours that they play? will we hit it off? will we have anything to talk about? what if my kids don't behave? what if they spit? what if they hit? what if they forget how to share? what if they break something? what? what? what? what will the other mom think of my unruly kids? will she think i'm crazy? will she question my parenting skills?

the littles had great fun. new toys. new friends. new messes to make. they tried to clean up. they said thank you when we left.

the other mom was interesting. creative. smart and above all nice. she invited my two wild and crazy kids into her house. that alone is enough to make her a saint.

but play dates. they are. blind dates.

it's blind dating. all over again. but with littles involved to add to the stress....