So this is how play dates roll. Somewhere between 8:00 and 9:13 the wheels begin falling off the bus and you realize you've got to call in reinforcement.
Ring Ring. "Hey, you want to get together today?"
"Let me see what I can gather together for lunch and well be there in 30."
You gather an almost empty loaf of bread, 3 nearly empty bags of chips, if it's a lucky day you'll have smoked ham and cheddar you picked up on the way back from vacation, otherwise it's always peanut butter and honey or Ramen all the way around.
You realize you've got to stop at swim lessons first, so you get in touch with the Ziplock saavy within and create a make shift cooler. Meat and cheese in small Ziplock safely tucked in freezer size Ziplock filled with ice.
You take a glance in the mirror on your way out the door and quickly call your friend.
Don't you dare put on make-up or fix your hair or look cute today.
Don't worry she says. I haven't bathed since Sunday, we're good.
Speaking of, can I get an Amen for Sunday mornings? Saturday night is the one sure night we all shampoo our hair and take baths and address the Chia Pet fingernail situation. (It must be my recent discovery that cereal is the dinner of champions so we have clearly upped our milk and calcium intake. Yay me.) The rest of the week is up for grabs on the bath front. Thank heavens for summertime and swimming pools. They are right up there on my list with Spring Rain Car Washes.
If it is an especially exciting play date one and/or both parties will have "good mail" to bring for browsing.
Usually play dates go off without a hitch. The shrapnel usually consists of a sticky floor laden with Pop Ice remains and chip crumbs. Happy Hour runs are made fairly often so the moms can get their caffeine fix. And $5.51 can almost always be scrounged up for a gourmet pizza lunch from Little Caesar's. If it has been an especially successful play date we have completely rearranged the furniture in the house, massive armoires and all.