Friday is generally playdate day here. Sometimes my kids go to their friendsâ€™ houses, sometimes their friends come here but, because I havenâ€™t quite mastered the skill of managing to farm them all out on the same day, there are generally always other children here on a Friday afternoon. It can be a great way to see how your children mix with their peers. It can be a fantastic bribe (or threat) during the week to get them to focus on their homework, eat their dinner, put their underwear in the wash basket (tick as appropriate). It can also be a great way to keep the kids occupied on a Friday afternoon or, depending on the child who comes over and his/her effect on the group dynamic, throw the afternoon into excited chaos!ng the week to get them to focus on their homework, eat their dinner, put their underwear in the wash basket (tick as appropriate). It also can be a great way to keep the kids occupied on a Friday afternoon, or depending on the child who comes over and his/her effect on the group dynamic, throw the afternoon into excited chaos.
Playdates have changed a lot here over the years as the children have grown up. Obviously we still have a lot of younger kids coming over for the younger children but the older kids donâ€™t have friends on playdates anymore. They have friends over to â€œhang outâ€. It can be very funny to observe a cool â€œmeeting of mindsâ€ taking place around the dining room table over pizza as my daughter and her friends discuss important things in life, such as the Kardashians, whoâ€™s meeting who these days, and other stuff that I couldnâ€™t possibly be cool enough to know about because Iâ€™m mam. Whatâ€™s even funnier is to see my daughterâ€™s reaction when the two year old walks into the dining room and interrupts the deep and meaningful conversation to proudly declare â€œIâ€™ve done a smelly poo in my potty! Want to see?â€ After initial looks of absolute horror the girls burst out laughing and my daughter takes her brotherâ€™s hand and says â€œsure baby, show meâ€.
Meanwhile, in the sitting room, where the potty has taken pride of place in front of the T.V., boys have gathered from every corner of the house, some related, some not, to admire what has been produced. No looks of horror here! Then after the two year old has been congratulated, everyone returns to what they were doing. Itâ€™s like feeding time at the zoo when the kids and their friends are called for their dinner and excited chat takes place around the table. I have to admit I love that part! Collection time involves a mad search for shoes which were discarded literally everywhere, as soon as the kids came into the house. Most recently, one child went home with different shoes, my sonâ€™s shoes, not noticed by me or the other childâ€™s mother for several days! In our defence, there were a lot of black similar sized shoes, to wade through.
Finally when everyone has gone I collapse on the couch, promising myself Iâ€™ll check out the playroom later, when Iâ€™ve built up the courage, to see what damage has been caused by the human tornadoes that went through it. Playdates are great, but nothing beats the feeling after when you know the kids are happy and the weekendâ€™s really about to start. Good luck to all the mammies having playdates this afternoon!