Hot On The Titties Is Back!
by Cookie
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Also, I just threw up in my mouth a little.
I bet you think you know what I’m going to write about today don’t you? Since the restaurant in Washington has banned children under 9 in the evening, you figure I’m all hot on the tits about this again. But I think I’ve exhausted my opinion on it. If you want to read about it, click here.
NO, bitches, today I want to talk about something else that irritates me.
I. Fucking. Hate. The Word. Playdate.
It is seriously the most ridiculous term that has ever entered our common vocabulary. It sends gross chills up my spine it’s so stupid. And the reason it annoys me so much? It is indicative of just how retarded we have become when it comes to over-scheduling not just the activities of our children, but of our lives in general.
Since when do babies and small children need to have social coordinators? Let’s face it. What’s actually happening is two parents needed some adult companionship so they throw their children together in hopes that they will entertain each other while we have a coffee. It’s not a play date. It’s two adults making plans.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just really old fashioned, but I also think it speaks volumes about the loss of community in this generation. I remember walking across the street after dinner as a child as ringing the doorbell to see if my friend could come outside to play with me. I don’t remember our parents having to get together and planning something two months from now and calling it a fucking date. It just makes me sad that we don’t know and trust our neighbors enough these days to be able to do that.
Or maybe the problem is that there is never anybody home. Everyone is in their car, driving their kids to their 10000 registered activities during the week. So we can ring the doorbell all we want, but no one will answer.
In any case, you can call me to see if we’re busy today, but if you call it a playdate, I won’t make you any fucking coffee. Because I like to go dutch on dates. Unless you’re paying.
The other thing on my mind today is carseats. It is recommended that children be strapped into a fucking booster until they are 100 pounds. Destroyer will be lucky to be hundred pounds by the time she goes to Driver’s Ed. Do they make boosters for the driver’s seat? Furthermore, carseats are considered “expired” after 5 years. We just bought a convertible seat that turns into a booster and is good up to the magic 100 pound mark. She has finally hit 25 pounds at age 2. What do you think the chance is that she’ll be 100 pounds within 4 years?
It’s nothing but a fucking money grab. AS IF i am going to throw the thing out in 4 years.
I hate rules.
When they are stupid. And I didn’t make them.
And playdates. Because they are make believe.
Discuss.
I don’t like the playdate either. And I never met a car seat that made me smile.
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I don’t mind play dates as long as the mom is cool enough. That being said, I’ve had a lot of first dates and never called them again. 😉
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Haha I actually have get togethers with a couple of my son’s preferred friends (and even at 2 he has clear preferences on who he likes to play with) and those I call playdates as I organise them purely for him. The mumsy are nice but we aren’t necessarily besties. Then I have my mum friends who I want to see and we throw our kids together because we want to catch up. The first of these two scenarios I call a playdate. These are the ones I won’t have to attend when he is older.
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Guilty. BUT….we just moved into a neighborhood where the kids are back and forth to each others houses all day long. I love it. But, that comes with different annoyances like all the neighborhood kids with their grimy I’ve been playing outside for hours hands in one nutella jar. Yep. That just happened. The word doesn’t really bother me all that much. But, it would be more applicable if they re-named it sanity-date or something. It’s what I have to do in order to keep from going insane from no other adult interaction!
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Thankfully that word “playdate” only exists for me in that crazy land that is overseas. Here it is probably a one night stand!
As for car seats etc, I still use my eldest childs booster seat. She will be twenty two in two weeks! So shoot me.
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When your kid is 2, he isn’t old enough to go ring the neighbour’s doorbell, hence the arrangements made by Mum.
However, I still refuse to call it a play date. It’s just visiting!
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Yes! Just visiting. Thank you for that…..it’s not the act of arranging things, but the word playdate that i find annoying.
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[…] I. Fucking. Hate. The Word. Playdate. Read here […]
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I love this post.
And here’s why.
I have three grown kids, all in their 20’s. We live in a pretty rural, working class community. When they were kids and they wanted to get together with other kids, they would ask “Can I go to Johnny’s?” or “Can Jess come over?”
I teach in a suburban, upper middle class community, where parents have always talked about “arranging playdates” for their 8, 9, 10, 11 year olds. They say “playdate” up until the time they start to really date!
And I don’t know why, but it has always just bugged the heck out of me!
So thank you…..!
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Hilarious!! Just started following you and caught this post. Play dates suck. I don’t understand them either-I too used to run the streets with my friends, riding bikes all day long and playing. The “play date” moms around here set up a play date for an hour or so at the most-what kid plays for an hour? When my kids go play, I want their asses gone all day-not for an hour lol. An hour would only buy enough time for my kids to take your kids toys. We need at least another hour or so of collective bargaining and deal making so your kids can at least get some of their shit back lol
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