Playdate Problems

Now I don’t know about you but oh god, I hate playdates. I even hate the term playdate! When did we become so american? I mean I am only just responsible enough to look after me and my own daughter but to be solely responsible for someone else’s kid as well, oh man.

I’m not a kid person, I’m sorry I’m not, I’m crap at arts and crafts, and cooking, and entertaining of any sort. I really don’t like to get involved would rather lock myself in the living room with a cuppa and a big fat cake if I’m honest, I really would. Arrrgh they just fill me with dread.

It’s so easy and simple when they’re babies isn’t it, you met up, you chat, drink coffee, eat cake, and coo over your gorgeous bundle of joy, you go through it all together, you watch them grow and then………..then they grow up and parents are no longer needed. It’s just you, on your own, with the kids! I’m not actually sure I can handle it you know.

All’s good if you know the kid isn’t it, but what if you don’t? There’s just so many issues, problems argh! Can you say awkward! What on earth do they eat? Do they eat the same food as you? Will they like it or look at it like you’re poisoning them, I’m not eating that!. Do you, can you, should you go healthy or go easy? Chicken nuggets and chips all round.  Should you make them clean up after themselves? Tidy up after playing or channel your inner stepford wife and proclaim you will do it all for them (as if!). Can you tell them off, like when you notice them picking at your wallpaper to leave you with a piece they just so happen to rip of before going home, totes true story she was 9 for christs sake! Can you say ASBO sweetheart! What if it all goes wrong, your child could become the a social pariah who no one wants to play with after school and it will be all your fault, how could you get over that. But worst of all is, are their parents like you and quiz them on the state of your house, is it clean, what does it look like and are you up to scratch with all the latest toys for them to play with (to be fair we probably are, we have it all). This is enough to have me spending my whole day off cleaning an already clean house in a frenzy so they don’t rat me out to their parents for not being a responsible grown up.

Last school year I pretty much avoided all contact with kids other than Olivia, of course and my nieces and nephew. I used all manner of excuses, fobbed her off week after week and I think she only managed to have two friends round the whole time. But I promised didn’t I. I said if she could keep her room tidy she could have friends round on my days off I had them in the week. Last week I kept my promise because she kept hers and she had her best friend round, it’s only the tip of the iceberg and pretty soon I’m going to be drowning in house full of pre-tween dramas, chicken nuggets, sprouting grey hairs quicker than you say dinners ready! Someone pass me the wine, now.

Do you enjoy having other peoples kids round to play? Or do you completely dread it like me? Or………..is it actually me who is maybe, probably slightly neurotic with drama queen tendencies? I would love to hear your problem ‘playdates’ tell me all!

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  1. I find it hard having other people children over. Even when my eldest has her friends spend the night, I'm on edge all the time. Are my kids behaving? Is the place clean enough. What the hell do I feed them? I'm enjoying the baby bit again for now but I know I will be the same as you once Penny is at school

  2. Yes, yes, yes! I can so relate to you, I'm not a fan of kids either and the idea of other kids coming over makes me a little sick lol!

  3. I love my kids to bits but I am a bit like you I can't stand being in charge of other peoples….lol They're lovely and all that but I don't like the responsibility of it. I never know what to feed them, what to do and how much I can tell them to behave. lol