August 01, 2005

Play Dates and Gym Sweat

Bones thinks he is the ages of his older brothers. I was pleading with me last week to have a friend over. The problem is… I never bothered to get to know any of the mothers from his class. Not that I didn’t want to, but… well… I didn’t want to.

So how do you call a Mom you hardly know and say, “Can I have your 6 year old for 3 hours?” Blech.

I picked a boy whose house I’d been to for the little man’s birthday party. My husband had met them at various birthday parties he’d taken Bones to, so I thought it might be safe.

I called her, apologizing profusely and telling her I understood if she had trepidation and that she could feel free to stay if she wanted to. She did say she wanted to drop him off as well as pick him up. I’m cool. Trusting someone else with your child in their car is a big deal. Plus, this gave her an opportunity to check out the House of Boudicca, to make sure it was kid friendly.

I was explaining to the kids that she might stay, she didn’t know me, she didn’t know what kind of Mom I was… and I hear them shouting back at me, “But Mom!!! You’re a GREAT MOM! Doesn’t she know that?!”

Heh. Let’s see if they say that after we get through their teenage years.

Meanwhile, the Mom came right after I got back from the gym. I didn’t have a chance to shower. I refuse to shower when my kids have friends over. Any Mom will tell you… you might as well erect bleachers in the bathroom when you have kids. If you’re in the bathroom, your children will follow.

I must have 15 different conversations when I’m in the shower and I wish I could say they were with myself, but it’s with my 3 kids perpetually coming in.

“Mom, can I have a snack?”
“Mom, can so and so come over to play?”
“Mom, what are we having for dinner?”
“Mom, where are we going on vacation in 5 years.”
“Mom, what are we going to have for dinner on my birthday when I’m 15?”

There is no doubt in my mind that Bones would drag one of his friends into the bathroom with him if he wanted to ask me some ridiculous question while I was showering. No matter how much I told him it was inappropriate, it would happen. He has no modesty, so why should I?

So no showering when friends are over. They just have to deal with me smelling like gym sweat.

Posted by Boudicca at August 1, 2005 09:22 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Heh - it is so much better than boy smell though. I swear boys in a room together will make the air nearly unbreathable! Gym sweat is nothing compared to that. After my son would have his friend over, I'd have to open all the windows and air the entire house - even in the dead of winter!!!

Posted by: Teresa at August 2, 2005 12:32 AM

Nice to see Bones finally won a small battle. Wonder what the next one will be?

Posted by: vw bug at August 2, 2005 07:14 AM

Just say you where "instert term from next post here". That should stop the questions. >:)

Posted by: Contagion at August 2, 2005 08:17 AM