...and the kids still won't give me a break. We were not even off the school grounds when Janine started groveling for a play date. Granted, I don't set up a lot of play dates. Sami is such a nightmare when they are at our house, whether the play date is hers or Janine's, that I don't do it very often, not to mention all their activities (hello, Tae Kwon Do is twice a week and right now swim practice is every day). Thomas gets the shaft because his close friends don't live in our town, and I can't drive 20 minutes to a play date for him and still be back in time to get the girls from school. And do NOT expect me to be organized enough to be sending the girls off to play dates at someone else's house on the same day I have one for Thomas elsewhere.
NO. No play date today. The flood of tears opened up - from the 9 year old. Come on. Then I get a hard time because I won't take them to McDonald's. UGH. Give me a break. I can't eat much red meat for the blood condition and my stomach won't take deep fried processed foodstuffs all that often. Again, give me a break. So we go to a nearby diner and lo and behold one of our friends is there. So see, I'm not the worst mom in town, and if I am I have excellent company then.
On the way home, we decide to stop at the nearby school's playground. The kids had a blast, and I think I might have been forgiven for a few moments at least.
