The Pedicure from H—

One morning I got a text from my mom.

“Are we still getting pedicures today?

Crap! I had totally forgotten that I said that we could go that afternoon. I had bought my mom a gift card for pedicures last Mother’s Day and the deal was that my daughter and I would go with her for a fun girl’s day out.

My mind raced over all the things on my to-do list for the day; driving kids to swim team, grocery shopping, picking kids up from swim team, making food for a potluck, taking youngest to a friend’s house, packing for a trip…..

Just thinking about the list made my heart beat faster. I decided that I probably could use some stress relief. I have been a bit high strung lately. A nice pedicure in a relaxing massage chair would be nice. I had exactly one hour between all of the day’s errands and activities to fit it in.

“Sure. How about 1:00?” I texted back.

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The Worst Types of Kids at a Playdate

When we were growing up in the 80s, the term “play date” was not yet in the collective vocabulary. We played outside with our friends and went home when the streetlights went on. As far as I remember, my mom didn’t have much to do with my time with my friends. She certainly didn’t organize it. I just shouted “Mom! I’m going out to play!” as I walked out the door and left her to watch Days of Our Lives and drink sweet tea on our brown, floral sofa.

My, how times have changed. Nowadays moms get reported for letting their children be outside alone. Police are called if children walk to the neighborhood park unsupervised. We parents have to arrange playtime for our precious snowflakes and their friends. We text or email days in advance to arrange time between harp lessons, toddler yoga, and 3D printing classes for our kids to play with other children.

During the summer I tend to plan more play dates for my three kids because it helps break up the long days and gets them out of my hair for an hour or two. The best play dates are the ones where the kids entertain each other and keep each other occupied long enough for me to do a load of laundry and unload the dishwasher.

And then there are these- the worst types kids to have over for a play date:

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