There are lots of things about parenting that make me uncomfortable. Competitive baby comparisons at mothers’ group. The breast vs. bottle debate. Being asked to hold someone else’s child’s nappy sack while they just dash into the loo.
‘Just be a sec.’
But one of the main things that I can’t quite get to grips with is the playdate. From the very term “playdate” to the politics behind them. From the awkward organising, to the should-you-stay-or-should-you-go conundrum and the what-should-I-feed-someone-else’s-kid dilemma?
It’s like being back on the dating scene again. But without the wine. (Well, mostly.)
Give me a spontaneous can-Max-come-out-to-play knock on my door any day. But with three kids playdates are something I cannot escape. So when I see an article about how to have a successful playdate, I pay attention. Maybe I can learn something. Maybe there is a tip that makes the darn things less stressful and more relaxing.
Well it turns out there is. But unfortunately not the way I was hoping.
A recent series of articles and blog posts has blown my mind with just what lengths some parents go to for the playdate. You see it turns out I have been doing it all wrong. You don't just invite another child over and go browse Facebook, you need to participate.
You need to plan. You need to bake and create. You need to purchase glitter and glue, costumes and bunting. You need a theme.