We recently reached a significant milestone. RR had a playdate. It’s not surprising that it hasn’t happened until now. She hasn’t been a play-wither, just a play-nearer. She also sleeps all afternoon on weekends which doesn’t leave a lot of time for hanging out with friends. And frankly, I sometimes just want to stay in my house with my family.
But RR’s friend Jane has a little brother due in a few weeks and so we offered to take her for a couple of hours. Our intentions were really just to give her mom a break but it turned out that there are hidden benefits to playdates! We kept the girls a couple weekends ago and then on Sunday we dropped RR off at Jane’s house for two full hours of uninterrupted time alone. Had I known this mutual babysitting would happen I’d have started having kids over long ago!
I admit, I was worried she’d be a disaster at her friend’s house. Much like Jane’s mom was worried she’d be a disaster at our house. We’re playdate novices, you can tell. As it turned out, Jane has plenty of exciting toys and RR reportedly behaved well. I’ll bet she behaved well, our house is apparently a toy desert compared to other houses.
And what, you ask, did Debra and I do with our two delightful child-free hours? We had a delicious brunch at a place primarily known for its expansive whiskey selection. I’m not sure why they aren’t known for their ham biscuits though. Tell you what, bring your kids here, we’ll go in on some sort of professional sitter and we’ll ditch the kids and have absolutely delicious biscuits and gravy, grits and pancakes, ham and coffee. Hell, cut loose, have a bloody mary.
And then we went grocery shopping. Sure, there are all sorts of fun things we could have done but shopping with RR is still not for the weak of heart (yes, I know that was in 2011. no, she is still that same kid.). Next time we’re staying home, if you know what I mean. Or at least eating some more cornbread and apple butter with our coffee.