I’m generally a big advocate of playdates, a great way to catch up with friends and fun for the kids to get together. However sometimes, they don’t quite go to plan…. as illustrated so brilliantly by The Adventures of Beta Mummy.
Here’s one of my examples, when the playdate didn’t quite go to plan…
Munchkin and I have been away quite a lot recently, so when I had a playdate arranged with one of my mummy friends and subsequently had messages from a couple of others saying “when are we going to get to see you?”. I thought why not combine them all and let’s all go to the zoo for the afternoon.
So, it was supposed to be four families, this turned out to be three by the time it came to the day of going. Then a text from Family 3 (F3) to say they were running late and would find us there. So that then left two of us getting there at the same time, hmmm, wasn’t that the original plan? Looks like my plan to combine them wasn’t quite, well, going to plan!
We’d decided the zoo cafe can be a bit of a war zone, so we’d opt to take pack up’s and have a picnic – this was mistake number one! Now this is a local zoo, that we all go to quite a lot. So we should know by now that it blows a friggin gale up there at the best of times. Were we dressed for it? The kids were, were we? Of course not, all had seemed quite sunny and bright where we were before. Not to be defeated, there we sat, huddled around our lunch boxes, trying to pin them down as they made a run for it each time the wind blew. Sitting down for food was also the cue for my friends newborn to decide it was time to make his presence known. resulting in us all taking it in turns walking around the table trying to make him go back to sleep. You can picture the scene I’m sure.
Giving up on the picnic and needing to get the circulation going in our chilled bodies, it was time to go and find some animals. The elephants seemed to be the animal of choice. Should be about a 5 min walk to the elephants but alas here comes mistake number two…I took Munchkins scooter. So straight away we then have to multiply that 5 min walk by 5, as we endure the – getting on/off, “you pull me mummy”, “I don’t want to ride my scooter” routine. To which mummy replies, “ok I’ll give it to another little boy or girl then”, at this point he gets back on and the routine starts again.*groan*. Just as we start to make progress one of the kids pipes up with “mummy, I need a wee wee”. Ok, time to make a diversion to the toilets and scooter routine starts again!
Right, toilet trip done and now to find the elephants….oh no wait, it’s now time for said newborn to have his milk. However at this point we are all quite happy for the excuse to go inside, so the cafe it is for a coffee to defrost our hands. Worth noting at this point we still haven’t heard from F3.
Ok, feed over, we’ve now decided time is starting to run out and let’s just get on the little train and at least say we’ve seen some animals, given we’d pass quite a few on the train. Oh wait a text…F3, are struggling to leave the house as disputes going on with their toddler, but will hopefully see us there soon. I text back to say, is it now worth it, as by the time they get to us, it won’t be long before we’ll be leaving! Anyway, back to our train…The teeny one decided he wasn’t happy on the train post feed and showed us the power of his lungs. In true baby fashion he fell asleep just before we had to get off! Just as I thought meeting up with F3 wasn’t going to happen, who do we see by the train track, yep you got it! Turns out they had been at the zoo for over an hour, there was a delay in me getting their text and because mobile coverage is poor, they couldn’t get through to us and were just about to give up and go home!
Right, now we’re all together, lets go and find the elephants, no wait, stop, the bird show is about to start, lets go and watch that instead. All sat down, freezing our asses off on the cold concrete step. I ended up with two of them sat on my knee, so wasn’t sure if it was the cold or weight that gave me a numb bum! At this point I was really over the idea of this playdate, as were the others but there we sat, huddled over, watching the lovely birds battle the wind, getting colder and colder.
Bird show ends and sod this, we’ve all had enough, lets just go home! Oh if only it was that easy, aforementioned scooter routine starts off again. By the time we get to the car park, it took all of my will power not to launch it across into the nearest field! Count to 10 mummy, count to 10!
Play dates can be the best, but sometimes the worst!
I now have a G & T in hand, the fire lit, Munchkin fast asleep upstairs and the world is feeling a better place!