Who said play-dates were fun?

Hey Friend,

You’re not gonna believe the day I’ve had! I should now be stuffing my face with chocolate whilst watching some nonsense on the tv to forget but it’s the summer holidays so the girls are still up – and, more importantly – I don’t actually have any chocolate!!! Yes, this is a truly crappy end to my day.

So, a couple of days ago Mr E came home with the girls – all proud of himself because he’d organised a play date for the girls with our neighbour and her daughter. He didn’t actually check if I’d made plans first and when I pointed this out he said “I thought it’d give you a break as she (the mum) is going to come over for an hour and then take them all to the park.” Hmmmm.

Fast forward to this morning – she breezes in with both her children – yes, both when I was only expecting one – and says “thanks for having them. I’m off to get my hair done and will be back in a couple of hours.” Excuse me? This was not part of the plan! But off she went and I stood there hoping the girls were up to the challenge of entertaining our guests. This was at 11am by the way. Older Miss pointed out that we were going to have lunch soon – cue panicked look on my face as I wasn’t prepped to do lunch for 6 (well, 5.5 as Bubs is still weeny)! The mum said “they’ve just had breakfast so they’ll be fine” – phew! Doesn’t mean I didn’t feel bad though when we sat down to eat and the guests were just waiting for the girls to finish….(I know, I’m awful but in my defense I did offer but they declined and I wasn’t going to wait until thy left to eat as – well, I’m coming to that)!

Pretty much as soon as the front door closed the youngest one started saying he wanted to go home – then he turned it into a song – a song that had no other words – just ‘I want to go hoooommme’ on repeat (thank God I don’t drink because I would surely have been reaching for the wine after 5 minutes of that).

The girls were great hostesses – they got the board games out, built a den, demolished said den, got the craft stuff out and built some weird and wonderful things and then finally sat down to a movie. I made them all some popcorn which was inhaled within a couple of minutes. Does this sound like a lot of things in a short space of time? Does it sound like 2 hours worth of activities? No? Then you’d be right. Frankly as soon as I heard the words ‘I’m going to get my hair done’ I knew it was highly unlikely that the children were going to make it to the park today.

I sent a message – keeping it friendly, of course – ‘when are you due back? (smiley face)’. The reply was ‘will be back around 4pm’ – 4pm?? She must be thinking this is the best free babysitting service ever! All the while, I’m firing off angry texts to Mr E for organising this debacle of a day – which, to be fair, isn’t his fault – how was he to know what he agreed to wasn’t actually going to happen? But I wasn’t thinking rationally at the time and growled and snarled as I sent a couple more texts… Hopefully I’ll get some chocolate from all the guilt I’ve piled on… 🙂

The mum turned up at 4.15pm, hair looking fabulous, of course and gushing at how grateful she was to me for having them (now I feel bad… okay, not really). She’s agreed to have the girls next week. I’m tempted to drop off all three children and book myself into a spa for the day!

Speak soon x

2 thoughts on “Who said play-dates were fun?

  1. Dear Mrs. E, I am not sure if I should be crying be with you or laughing at your misery!! Seriously that is both funny and infuriating – and to make it worse – NO CHOCOLATE!!! I am both impressed with your ability to get through a day like that and your ability to look after that many children!!! The lesson of the story to me – always make sure you have back up chocolate!!!

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