This week, after an early volleyball game, my team and I went to a local pub to hang out and extend the festivities. We hit upon an interesting topic. Playdates. It was actually a very interesting topic to be having late into a weeknight considering only about fifty percent of the table were parents.
It was revealed to me that my two fellow female volleyball players (who I adore, don’t get me wrong) hate the word “playdates”. I didn’t know which way to spin my head in shocked disbelief since they were at opposite ends of the table.
“Yeah, if someone uses the word playdate, I’ll play along. But I never introduce it. When I was a kid, it used to just be ‘having a friend over’” (but, but, “Playdate” is WAY more efficient!)
Said the second mother rolling her eyes and sighing, “I hate asking people if their kid can come for a ‘playdate’” (No way, I love it! It sounds official! Like an appointment that you can’t cancel without a fee! Don’t cancel on me when I’ve told my kid you’re coming over. I mean it. Bring the plague. It’s fine. Really. )
At this point in the conversation, our friend Chris chimed in, laughing, “Playdates? Playdates? Just call them what they are…Fight Club!” (This one, I actually find to be a very true observation usually – no matter how much the kids like each other, there is usually a “sharing” line that is crossed once or twice during a visit. And Mary doesn’t like it when it’s crossed! Yes, she’s angrily looking at your little angel with her arms crossed against her chest like a bouncer. I am sorry.)
I can honestly say I love the word playdate and I love having them. The only cringe factor for me is when Mary decides to go full diva and ignore the friend that I’ve so painstakingly prepared a visit with. (You wanted him to come over! Yes, you did. You were waiting at the front window like a lap dog before he arrived! I am sorry. Really, she was excited to see him not fifteen minutes ago. I don’t know why she’s putting his boots on him. I don’t know why she’s opening the front door and pushing him out….”)
Do you hate the word Playdate too? Or love it? Do you invite the whole neighbourhood over or prefer to go to someone else’s house? Have social norms changed in this area since you were a kid?
 Joke Credit: Chris P.