This morning, I had a first date. I was nervous, as is to be expected. Before going to bed, I picked up the living room, made sure the kitchen was decent and just generally cleaned. Last night, I set my alarm so I would wake up early enough to shower and fix my hair. And I had my outfit all picked out. Running late (as usual), I opted to skip breakfast in favor of putting on make up, then hustled the kids through toast and into their clothes.
Are you confused yet?
See, this was a first date, yes. A first Play Date. Da Boo made a new friend at preschool and wanted her to come over and play. I suggested a before-preschool time and it was all set. But her mother would be dropping her off! This was a chance for me to talk to another adult during the day who wasn't trying to sell me another magazine subscription. Because I am a high-ranking goober, it's hard to make new friends from "scratch," as it were. Most people kinda have to get used to me...I am like stinky cheese. No one likes stinky cheese at first because it...well, stinks! But eventually, you spend enough time around the stinky cheese (hallways at church, neighborhood park, etc.) and it starts to not have such a bad smell. Maybe you even try a little bit on your toast one morning or perhaps crumbled into a salad with dinner. You discover you actually like stinky cheese! Stinky cheese is highly entertaining in small groups. So I am definitely stinky cheese.
This poor new mom did not have the chance to get used to my dorkhood smell yet. She arrived in a professional outfit (put my Old Navy top to shame), hair perfectly coiffed and smiling without the help of caffeine. I wasted no time in making a fool of myself and spouting awkward sentences. Nothing like a big ol' bite of straight Limburger cheese to start your day! The mother left after several minutes (not that I blame her...especially after my gallbladder comment) but her daughter stayed. We had a lovely tea party.