You’ve Heard of the 3 Martini Playdate?
Well, how about Topless Playdates? I nearly started a new trend this morning.
Let me back track for those of you who have no clue what I am talking about. Of late, one of the hot Mommy Blogger topics has been the 3 Martini Playdate. Essentially, Moms get together so their kids can play while the moms relax and chat, perhaps indulging in a glass of wine or a martini. Nothing new. I’m sure this has gone on for decades. However, it is apparently quite controversial. I won’t go into the details, but I was reminded of it of at Elle’s. If you want more details, her entry points you to all sorts of entries on the subject.
At any rate, these days, I find sleep wherever I can. Sometimes that means grabbing one more hour of dozing while the Princess takes in a Sesame Street episode next to me on the bed. This was one such morning.
At approximately 9am, the boys began to stir again. I dragged my sleepless butt out of bed to their room where I commenced the morning diapering routine. You know, change one boy, change clothes if needed, bring him out to the living room to view the big sister’s shenanigans. Wash, rinse, repeat. As I am bringing out boy #2, there is a knock at the door.
Suddenly, sleepiness was chased from my head as I immediately remembered and shouted to no one in particular, “Oh CRUD playgroup is here today!”
Now let me explain.
As a nursing mother of twins, you can imagine that the equipment is used quite frequently. The boys are not always in the habit of eating together. This is fine, however, it also means that it is not uncommon for this Mom to be missing certain articles of clothing–mainly, everything on top. This may be for convenience or it may just be because I hardly have time to pee, let alone dress.
Anyhow, I am standing in the middle of the living room like a deer in headlights wearing nothing but undies and embarassment.
Thank goodness for 2 things.
#1, we keep our door locked.
#2, this was one of those odd days that Adam had not yet gone to work.
I suddenly realize this and streak by him in a blur of flesh and unders shouting, “Could you get that for me? Thanks.”
*Phew*
Luckily, it was only our friend Jenny and her brood. She got a good chuckle as Adam related the near fatal playdate faux pas I had almost committed.
Topless playdates? Meh, I don’t think it would have caught on, anyway.
Posted: Tuesday, January 30th, 2007 @ 4:23 pm
Categories: Incoherant Rambling.
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