Herein lies another problem. You can't discipline anyone else's kid. So you see Johnny steal Suzy's toy, push her to the ground and Suzy burst into tears. What's a mom to do? I'll tell you what I WANT to do. I want to unleash my mom rage and push Johnny to the ground and make him cry too. But I console Suzy while his mom ignores the whole process and simply says "Johnny....that's not very nice honey..." No shit bitch! Reign that asshole in. There is always one mom with an asshole kid. And that asshole kid gets away with murder while I swear under my breath that I will never host another play date again.
Being a mom with postpartum makes the play date all the more torturous. You're already overwhelmed by your own child and now you've got a bunch more to deal with. The crying and tantrums are like fingernails on a chalkboard and now you've got kids HELPING your child cry and generally annoy you. Yeah, the break from being alone with a baby is great, but not when you keep eyeballing the clock praying for it all to end before naptime. I know what some of you are thinking. I'm a terrible mother. Well, guess what. I'm not. I talk big, but I rock this mom shit. I just hate kids. Not mine. Yours.
That being said, I'm going to make a valiant attempt to be more social with other mothers. We're all in the same boat. We all want to check out sometimes and go back to the days of sleeping in, staying up late and doing whatever the fuck we want, whenever the fuck we want, without having to pack a diaper bag and a shit slew of a toys to entertain our little tots. Some days are hard. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I feel like a failure. Sometimes I don't. But if a play date once a week can provide me with support and a shoulder to cry on or an ear to hear my bitching, they may not be so bad after all. Maybe.
