It’s taken me ages to get the twins ready this morning. They’ve struggled to get dressed and fought with me to put their coats and shoes on. I’m running late.
It’s raining outside and it’s so cold.
We get in the car, arrive at a friend’s house and she makes me a well-needed cuppa. The twins eat biscuits. We’ve not been there long and already the twins are fighting with her little boy over his toys. Soon after Lottie has a huge tantrum. And then Harry won’t leave when it’s time to go.
It’s still only 11.15am. I’m exhausted already.
And yet if it’s really that much ‘hard work’…then why am I bothering with these play-dates?
Why not just stay at home on our own?
I’d like to believe that the twins get development from it. That it is progressing their social skills. That they are learning to play, talk, share and socialise with other children. I’d like to think they really enjoy it too.
Except, I’m not sure that they do.
I’m sure it is nice for them to get out of the house, or have friends over – but if they could talk, would they tell me that they’d actually prefer to stay at home rather than go out? Would they request NOT to have any other children over to the house, i.e. be forced to share all their precious toys?
However, I think it’s actually ME that’s getting the most from these dates. Maybe far more than they are. Maybe A LOT more than I thought.
I’m getting an hour (1.5 hrs on a good day, if the twins are both in good moods) out of the house. A few times a week. Or having the company at my house. I’m getting to talk to another adult. A grown up. I’m having a good chinwag during the day; a chat about ‘stuff’. It’s brilliant. It’s keeping me sane.
The friendship aspect for me is totally invaluable. Right now these play-dates are my lifeline.
And so even though it can be a challenge to get there, (and a small effort to manage the children throughout), I clearly need them.
And I am indeed very glad of them.