Friday. I survived the playdate. I couldn’t wait until it was over to tell my son the reasons why I didn’t want his friend here, so when he got home from school I said: “You didn’t help tidying up and your friend is coming. That means that today is the LAST playdate you have until after the summer holidays”. He just said OK. I have to admit that I felt a bit bad for using that cheap excuse but he didn’t give a crap. It was like he pondered: “Helping mom + having a friend over vs. playing alone” and playing alone won the battle… Or, he just freaking knows I’m a softie and he’ll end up doing whatever the hell he wants. But we’ll see, my feelings against Princess “I’m Here And I Want Everyone To Know It” are pretty strong.

Minutes before the boy got here, my oldest…

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