I'm part of a group for stay-at-home moms. I showed up to the playdate this evening without my girls as they were at my in-law's house. Seeing as I've been running around all day, I showed up in the same comfy clothes I wore to yoga this morning...and because I'm a good friend of the hostess of said playdate, I also showed up in my houseslippers. Don't judge, I don't wear them to Wal-Mart or anything, but I knew I wasn't getting out of the car before getting to her house, I figured it wasn't a big deal. I also knew said hostess had spent the day babysitting someone else's kids only to then open her house that very evening...did I also mention she's trying to SELL her house?? Yeah, she totally needed the alcoholic slushy I picked up for her before heading over (alcoholic slushies available at a drive-through...sometimes I think God really did bless Texas).
So, here I am, in my nasty yoga clothes, minimal make-up, slippers, bearing two 32oz alcoholic slushies...only to walk into a playdate full of potential and/or new members. Hooray. As the Membership Vice President of our organization, I am the first person these people contact in order to get more information...and THIS is my first impression.
We had a great time in spite of my less than stellar entrance and I *hope* these ladies and their sweet babies will be back. At least they know our group isn't very uptight!
Until then,
AC 'n' Rory's Mom
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