As a parent, I am a big fan of playdates; especially because Collin is an only child. In his toddler years, playdates also served as my time to socialize with other parents. Unfortunately this can also be extremely awkward, especially if the other parent is a social misfit or constantly talking on their damn cell phone!
Collin was only 4 ½ years old when he had his very first sleepover. You would think that I would have hurriedly putt on a sexy-looking top that's been sitting in the bottom of my drawer since God-knows-when and cherished my night of freedom, calling friends who probably thought I had moved to Venus years ago, or searching for the best club in town.
Instead, I taped the cell phone next to my ear and went to bed fully dressed (the sexy looking top was too wrinkled so a t-shirt had to suffice). I was clearly on call that night and ready for any emergency. I must have slept with my eyes open that night because I still remember the digital clock changing number by the minute, then the hour…
By 7 in the morning I still had not yet received one single phone call. "Maybe the house burnt down," I thought to myself. Having worked myself into a frantic state of mind, I jumped into the car and drove to the house…well, about a block away. Finally, by 8:30am, still sitting just a block away, I got a call from the mom stating Collin was having a great time. I started the engine, drove around the block about three times and then headed to their home. Can't be too obvious, you know!
As Collin got older, playdates became more and more interesting. By now I have learned to appreciate the free moment and the fact he was messing up someone else's home instead of mine. Still, I think it is more entertaining to have his friends over to our house because I get to see the other side of my "innocent" child!
It turns out that playdates are the perfect opportunity to finally discover that my child is not half as naïve as I would like to think. He knows a lot more than I ever imagined and ever cared to imagine. I would hear words coming from his mouth that shocked the living daylight out of me.
Hosting a playdate comes with other privileges as well- the best being you get to secretly compare your child to the others, so that when you are passing judgment you can be sure you have the upper hand. Hey, moms are human too.
Before I get into some examples of Collin's most memorable playdates, I feel compelled to share some notes. When it comes to scheduling playdates you must first navigate through the various personality types of the kids' moms. I've outlined a few of the most common:
The Cautious Mom
"You should come by and look around our house before Collin comes over."
I gave some thought to her suggestion.
First of all, bless her thoughtful heart. Secondly, her house must be somewhat safe because I've never seen her son with a cast or any visible bruises… Either that or he lives in a bubble. Wait a minute, if she made that offer, she will clearly ask for the same treatment before coming to our house. Terrific, I can't wait to give her a grand tour of our messy.…
I politely replied, "Oh, thank you for offering but I trust that your place is just fine."
Within a second of my reply, she validated my fear as she said, "Can I check around yours then?"
I wanted to say, "Sure, of course, let me schedule a carpet cleaning, fill in our Olympic size pool, lock the gun cabinet, and fill the refrigerator with endless organic produce." Instead I took the high ground and said, "Yes, how about next week. We have some relatives in town until Friday."
No need to explain that it would take me until Friday to get the house in order. A little white lie never hurt a playdate.
The EI Mom (Extremely Irrational)
EI: "Can Billy play with Collin at your house for a few hours this Saturday?"
Me: "Sure, what time?"
EI: "How about 11AM and it is okay with me if he wants to stay for lunch." Okay, self invitation. Nice.
Me: "Sounds great! We'll see you at 11AM then. "
EI: "Hmm… that sounds kind of late and it's so close to lunch time. How about 10AM? Can we do 10AM instead?"
Me: "Um, 10AM? Sure, that would work."
EI: "Then Collin can stay here and play."
Me: "Err…wait, I thought Billy was coming to our house, no?"
EI: "Sure, whatever works for you. But Collin can also come here to play. Billy has lots of toys." (Like we don't?)
Me: "Is that what you prefer?"
EI: "Oh, no, it's whatever works for you. Collin comes here. Billy goes there. Either way."
Me: "In that case, let's stick to the original plan. Drop Billy off at 10AM and I'll bring him back after lunch."
EI: "Sure, but would you guys rather have lunch at our place instead?"
Holy cow! Setting up a simple playdate is worse than communicating with Dell's helpline! Well, shamefully to say we only had two playdates with Billy that year and frankly speaking, that was about all I could take of Billy's mom.
The Laid Back Mom
This is by far my favorite type of mom! I take pride in being a card carrying member of this category.
"Playdate after school?"
"Sure. I'll pick him up at six?"
"Awesome."
Viola! Done! A playdate can be arranged within three text messages and it's no coincidence the kids will always have a blast. On top of it, this kind of mom never minds the last minute change of plans.
One Saturday I ended up having three of Collin's friends over, so a total of four boys in the house. Don't ask me what I was thinking because clearly I wasn't at the time of the invite.
My sole strategy, once I grew fully aware of what I had on my hands, was to stuff their little bellies so they might get sleepy after lunch. It works for me when I'm at the office; it was worth a try.
Let's discuss each boy's table manners and eating habits:
Freddy gobbled down food as if he lived in prison and his foremost fear was that he might not get another meal that day.
Eddie picked up one nugget and asked, "Collin's mom, did you get this from Costco or Whole Foods?" Try Dollar Store, sweetheart!
Johnny ate like a gentleman, chewed with his mouth closed, and actually wiped his hands on the napkin instead of his pants. Wow, very impressive. They must have him enrolled in charm school!
Then there was my son. He sat on a 1/3 of the chair, leaned to the right and gobbled down three chicken nuggets before asking for more. I picked up my notebook and wrote, "Collin SERIOULY needs table manners. Sign him up for Etiquette class soon!" (Maybe we can get a two for one deal in Johnny's class.)
Once they were done, two of the boys ran off to play while the other two naturally brought their plates to the sink before heading to the backyard. I am proud to say that mine was one of the latter two.
During their light saber fight, they started talking about girls. Apparently, they found out that once they start 6th grade, they get to invite girls to the school dance. One boy said, "Yuck! Who would want to do that?"
My little Romeo, however, said, "I think I would ask Mary."
Freddy quickly added, "Oh yeah, Mary is hot!"
Excuse me? Hot? Okay, red alert; time to jump in. I walked up to them and acted as casual as possible, "Mary is hot?"
Freddy and Collin both replied, each with a mischievous smile, "Oh yes," and giggled.
I took a deep breath. Okay, here we go with the moment of truth, "Define hot!"
Collin quickly replied, "Hot means she always has her hair up in piggy tails and her hair is clean, not dirty."
"That's it?"
They both nodded, "That's it."
Phew! Crisis averted.
One of the funniest playdates was when Collin invited his best friend Connor for a sleepover. From the second Connor walked in, those two never stopped talking. There was no punctuation in their conversation; it just went on and on and on. All of a sudden it was clear to me why these two get into trouble so often for talking in class. If you think only girls can earn the Chatty Cathy award, you need to hang out with my son and his best friend.
About two weeks prior to this playdate, Collin got benched two days in a row for talking in class. His punishment was no Nintendo DS for a year. I know; a year without a video game is like a life sentence to a child. But, hey, I was never a big fan of children playing too many video games so it was a great opportunity to get rid of them, "temporarily."
So when Connor was over I heard Collin telling him, "Dude, so in the future, please don't talk to me in class. I can't play with my DS for a year because we were talking."
Oh, poor Connor. I hope he didn't think it was his fault.
Then Collin added, "If I get benched again, my mom is going to break my legs."
Holy crap! I sure hope Connor's parents weren't working for Social Services.
And what's with calling each other "dude"?
Every now and then I would mistakenly invite kids whom I was certain would never be invited again… EVER! These manner-less kids would help themselves to the refrigerator and stand there with the door wide open as if they were shopping for shoes. Others would walk around like home inspectors asking every possible question. I wanted to reply with, "None of your damn business," but I had a reputation to keep, so I tried to redirect their little curious minds elsewhere.
Some of them would run to me every other minute like some kind of annoying reporter with statements such as:
"Collin is not sharing that piece of Lego with me." (Bring your own next time.)
"This helicopter is kind of old. Are you getting a new one for Collin?"
"Can you take us to the arcade? Your place is boring."
"Am I staying for dinner?" (Um…No!)
The worst part of these manner-less kids is their bathroom hygiene. I like to think we have a decent toilet bowl - standard size, wide rim, nothing out of the norm. I just can't figure out how these kids miss the bowl altogether. Not only did they drive me nutty, but I was then left with a stinky mess to clean in the bathroom.
Let us not forget about the kid who comfortably used the 'S' word as an adjective in every other sentence, and I don't mean "stupid".
Those playdates somehow always seemed to be the longest. I would sit and watch the second hand on the clock tick away until it was time for their parent to pick them up. I would make certain the kid was ready for his mom 30 minutes prior to pick-up and run him to the car before the mother even had a chance to stop the engine. I would then smile politely and say, "It's been a pleasure."
And don't ever come back again! EVER!
Other than being the annoying spy mom, hosting playdates at home also provides me a break from being Collin's "buddy". Collin once said to me, "Mommy, you know how you always do everything with me and you are always there for me?"
"Yes?"
"In a way you are like a big sister I never had," he sweetly added.
And if you've ever been a big sister, you know that every sibling needs a break now and then; this is why I am thankful for playdates.
So in my own terms, this is my official playdate definition:
A time to give mom a well-deserved break, to spy on her child, witness his true colors, make sure he is fitting in with his peers, and put on an evil grin when I come to the wonderful realization that my son is not the worst of all!