Playdate for Mom
I was in a funk yesterday and could not get out. I did not want to get out of bed. And I felt blue all day. Nothing terrible happened. I just felt yuk.
Today was much better. A friend came over and we had a mommy playdate. I say a mommy playdate because we did not go out to lunch or do anything like that. We just goofed off and did some sewing.
I had a rant about two ridiculous Etsy sellers – one high maintenance, and one incompetent – that I had to deal with. And we tossed around a bunch of business ideas, and talked about the unfriendly moms from dance class who have turned up again, still unfriendly. In my usual manner I imagined they were just unfriendly to me. Apparently, they are just unfriendly.
Blah, blah, blah. It felt good to work and gab.
Having a visitor is always a good impetus for a mad cleaning run through the house. I blasted through the mess as quickly as possible before she arrived, then stood there folding clothes and instructing on pattern layout and cutting, which worked out well.
DDs room is a disaster again. I really need to purge it. But I don’t know what to get rid of anymore. She likes everything. And she is not good about rotating the toys. She wants them all out.
Anyway, I apparently needed a visitor. Because now I feel better.
Check out this tree photo. Awesome talent isn’t it?
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Yes, awesome photo.
I love mommy playdates. Restores your sense of self. Some of the best ones are standing in a foyer letting the kids have some more time together.
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