Thursday, May 16, 2013

The 5 Worst Places To Have A Playdate



Today I have a guest post from Bad Playdate. Enjoy.

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When I was single I had bad dates in bars and restaurants, now I take my kids on bad playdates at places like animal shelters and a lobster tank at the grocery store. As you can see from the stories on Bad Playdate, bad playdates can happen anywhere. I now present you with my 5 worst.

The 5 Worst Places To Have A Playdate

1. A DRIVEWAY.
An innocent playdate in a driveway can become uncomfortable and dangerous when a nanny gets yelled at by her circus hating boss for making a chalk drawing of a clown. When the defeated nanny throws scalding hot water all over her drawing to wash it away, the playdate gets real.


2. A COLD BACKYARD
It can become uncomfortable when another mom asks you over for a playdate on a cold day and she keeps you outside because her housekeeper just left and she doesn’t want you wrecking her clean house.


3. THE GAP
A shopping trip disguised as a playdate can get ugly and competitive when another mom scolds you for unfolding too many shirts when you’re trying to find your size and then makes a scene by refolding every shirt in a frenzy while the kids go wild. 


4. A LOBSTER TANK AT THE GROCERY STORE
Things can get boring on a playdate at the grocery store lobster tank so be ready to move the playdate to the Starbucks a few feet away. Then when another mom taunts you for paying Starbucks prices for a milk box, you might feel confused.


5. AN ANIMAL SHELTER
You might think a trip to a local animal shelter would be a fun playdate for the kids, until another mom, who is thinking about adopting a morbidly obese cat named Flounder, scares the children by hanging onto the cat for dear life and terrifying it.
 

For the full story on all 5 of these bad playdates, head on over to Bad Playdate. You can also follow Bad Playdate on Twitter and Facebook.

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