The Playdate and The Sweater
I posted on going to a meetup.com playdate a while back, and told you all how I was debating going or not. Well, I did, and I’m so glad you guys convinced me to.
However, nothing ever goes smoothly with me – so here’s what happened.
The playdate was at 4pm. Google said the home it was being hosted at was about 15 minutes away. At 1pm, I suddenly remember I have no clean pants or shirts.
At 2pm I realize this again. I have no idea what happened between those times. I think I did my hair.
2:30. I begin to look in my closet for ideas. I try on 5 different shirts, and throw each one of them on the bed with growing anger as I realize I looked like the Goodyear blimp in all of them. It’s 75 degrees out, but I have no short sleeves. So I put on a long sleeved shirt.
Actually…sweater. :/ It is my favorite and hides my rolls nicely.
2:45. Sweating a little, I begin to search for pants. Que anger. Again, nothing fits. I lay on the bed in my underpants and sweater and began to panic. What would I do? Everyone was going to wonder why I was so porky and attending the Healthy Moms playdate.
3:00. Bella wakes from her nap in cranky mode. I realize that she too must be dressed. I rummage through her closet and put her in an adorable outfit with socks and shoes. I have had run in’s with her being barefoot before and didn’t want to hear it.
3:20. Freaking out. Why didn’t I lay out clothes the night before? Why didn’t I wash anything? I consider going in a dress, and then start laughing. I finally find pants with moderate food stains from Bella and take a washcloth to them in the bathroom.
3:30. Almost time to go. I’ve made myself sick over wearing this stupid long sleeved shirt sweater. I’ve rehearsed saying in my head, “Gosh, it was so much colder where I am than up here!” I can’t find my flip flops and have to wear sneakers, adding to the overdressed effect.
3:40. Bella, me, the giant diaper bag and my sweater all fit in to the car. I head out (dying but cranking up the air conditioning).
4:00. I pull up to a rather massive home in a neighborhood that looks like a scene out of Desperate Housewives and say a silent prayer that they will like me despite the sweater and my lack of playdate knowledge. They’ll love Bella (everyone does) so her prayers selfishly go for me.
Playdate goes well. I am not asked about the sweater, although I do make a comment on the weather (to discourage anyone thinking I am a moron). All the moms wear shorts or jeans, sandals, and tank tops/short sleeves. I look like I might be heading to the Arctic after the playdate.
Bella is the only child with shoes and socks (naturally), so off they go as soon as I can grab her. She’s headed to the Arctic too so…
While there, one of the moms says that her friend has already submitted a letter of intent to her child’s kindergarten, ensuring they will hold a place for him. The kid is 4 months old. Her friend is trying to convince her that if she doesn’t do this for her 10 month old daughter, her child will never be able to attend a good college.
I throw up a little in my mouth. I think everyone else did too. The mom telling the story is clearly still in shock by this. I really liked her.
Bella had a blast, and the other moms were wonderful. The kids were all between 9-11 months so everyone was on the same page physically and mentally. It made for a really fun afternoon.
I got home, removed the sweater, and swore that next time, I would be a heck of a lot more casual. I also joined two more groups and found a baby gym we’ll be going to during the week.
As for the Arctic, it was too expensive. And you have to have more than a long sleeved shirt to survive there. Who knew I’d be under dressed for something?