Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 14, 2016 13:54:32 GMT -7
Earlier today... my girls were playing in the front yard. Bikes in the driveway etc. I just opened the blinds to the front while I worked on cleaning up my craft area since I'm pretty much done with the last wreath I'll be making until April.
So a friend of L's from school, whose mom I know, is out for a walk with her mother. "Can she come in and play mom" sure. Whatever. I don't care.
My kids are playing in mismatched jammies, smell like puppy dogs, and I just realized they have not had lunch today. Oops. But...whatever. they had a big breakfast.
Little friend comes in, they play a few rounds of a board game while her mom finished her exercise (maybe 30 minutes) and mom and I shoot the ish for a few before we all part ways.
Now. I'm ....tired this weekend. Like...since Friday I have been to my bones just fucking exhausted. The dishes are getting done and laundry is done and I'm trying my best to push myself to do slightly better than half assed work on everything.
So when the second child playmate showed up at our driveway and my filthy unfed children asked if they could come in and play...i felt well within my rights to say "Not today. Some other time"
A. I don't know this kid. I don't know his parents. I don't care that they live a street over. I'm tired. Fuck this kid. Some other time.
B..some. other. Time.
Why did not one but all three of these girls come and harass me for ten minutes with this kid standing in my driveway? With his father?
I'm not going out there. I'm in a maternity tank top with mismatched sweats.
Quit...for five seconds ....fucking arguing with me about "well his dad said we can go there"
No. Not no but fuck no. Parenting protocol dictates you at least...bathe or brush your teeth and hair and put on real clothes before you have a playdate. Ffs.
"Some other time. "
They nagged me until I almost gave in but frankly I'd still have had to go put on actual clothes and then shake hands with a parent before allowing it.
That shit ain't happening today.
So a friend of L's from school, whose mom I know, is out for a walk with her mother. "Can she come in and play mom" sure. Whatever. I don't care.
My kids are playing in mismatched jammies, smell like puppy dogs, and I just realized they have not had lunch today. Oops. But...whatever. they had a big breakfast.
Little friend comes in, they play a few rounds of a board game while her mom finished her exercise (maybe 30 minutes) and mom and I shoot the ish for a few before we all part ways.
Now. I'm ....tired this weekend. Like...since Friday I have been to my bones just fucking exhausted. The dishes are getting done and laundry is done and I'm trying my best to push myself to do slightly better than half assed work on everything.
So when the second child playmate showed up at our driveway and my filthy unfed children asked if they could come in and play...i felt well within my rights to say "Not today. Some other time"
A. I don't know this kid. I don't know his parents. I don't care that they live a street over. I'm tired. Fuck this kid. Some other time.
B..some. other. Time.
Why did not one but all three of these girls come and harass me for ten minutes with this kid standing in my driveway? With his father?
I'm not going out there. I'm in a maternity tank top with mismatched sweats.
Quit...for five seconds ....fucking arguing with me about "well his dad said we can go there"
No. Not no but fuck no. Parenting protocol dictates you at least...bathe or brush your teeth and hair and put on real clothes before you have a playdate. Ffs.
"Some other time. "
They nagged me until I almost gave in but frankly I'd still have had to go put on actual clothes and then shake hands with a parent before allowing it.
That shit ain't happening today.
