Hey, hey! Back again!
How’s the party? Hope you’re getting around (in a good way) and mingling. I’ve been working for a bit on this and this today I tell ya, I am soooo worth hiring. You’d be very well taken care of and for a great price too. Are you tempted? … now I am off to mingle. All work and no play make me want to drink more.
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Carter and I had a play date this afternoon with my friend from work and her little boy. So fun. Drank (more) wine and gossiped while the boys played around each other. Since they are both a little young grasp the concept of playing together, they kinda play in the same vicinity which is fine by me.
It’s amazing to see the difference in social skills between the two. Carter is a daycare child and her son stays home with her husband. Her son is an absolute doll and perfect in every way, there’s just this difference in the way they interact with their surroundings. They are 3 months apart in age, which I think, also still plays apart even though the developmental gap is closing.
While driving home from my friend’s, I was thinking about the Cocktail Playdates. Now I, personally, don’t feel guilty or like I am neglecting my child if I sit to have a drink with a friend while in the same room as our children playing. I don’t want to get started on this topic; it’s beating a dead horse as far as I’m concerned. It’s been bludgeoned by now actually.
But I was thinking about the perception we are giving others. When I blog about the fact that I had a drink with my friend, do people assume that I am neglecting my child for a chance to socialize with friends or that I am a bad parent because I chose wine over Diet Coke?
When Carter was a mere 7 months old we met frequently with a mom group. We were a bunch of moms on Maternity Leave and met while taking a baby yoga class. When the class ended we decided to keep seeing each other.
Every week we would rotate houses and have snack and drinks (never alcohol) and chat while the kids played (if you can call it that at that age). One Monday we decided to get out and went for a walk by the lake. We ended our venture at a restaurant/pub and we all had a drink (alcoholic).
I never thought anything of it, until my drive home today.
Six moms with children in strollers, all under the age of 8 months. In. A. Bar.
I can hear the whispers now.
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