Playgroup went well. There was no drama; I am still happily oblivious to much of what is/was going on. That’s the way I like it.
I had a high turnout as these things go: 11 mums, plus kids. It may be good there was a division in the group because any more would have been a little crazy. A good time was had by all, I think, although the two new mums looked a little overwhelmed (not surprising, since it was too large a group to feel cosy but too small to break into cosy groups easily). I tried chatting with them, but I learned that hosting a playgroup is a bit like working in kindergarten – there is no downtime, and you have to point out the bathroom every ten minutes.
There were no accidents and not much shoving/etc. I was surprised at how many toys I had once I put them all in one place. (In the non-sharing years, the main thing is to have enough toys that when a kid grabs one, you can stick a new one in the other kid’s hands. < — this tip from Moxie:)) Noah was unfortunately asleep as people came in, so he woke up to people! everywhere! But he took it okay. Better than he’s taking to my parents’ dog, who’s living with us for 8 days. Noah’s clearly a cat person already.
Strawberries, however, are not a good choice where there are toddlers. I truly don’t care about the rug in my living room (which is slated for being replaced eventually) but it stressed out the two mothers whose kids dropped strawberries there. Also, despite everyone saying they want to lose weight, I think more cookies, fewer vegetables would have been good.
Of course this is Lyria’s house – not that Lyr is opposed to cookies or cakes, but vegetables are always given equal time in the Lyria universe. I imagine my previous post was not as amusing as it was to experience but it still is something to have a granola-y earthy fae person making lovely little tea sandwiches while a cult queen in the same head listens to loud angry music, and to be standing there as well.
I don’t really, however, want to think about what Magdalynn’s playgroup preparation would look like. Although there is some clamouring to get to run things going on. I think we’ll have to divide up the holidays and stuff, and let people go wild on whatever their speciality is.
I feel like I’ve completed a rite of passage, although as with many rites, it only leads to more – more playgroups, playdates, birthday parties, sleep overs, and culminating in the teen party while we’re out of town, I’m sure.
