I woke up this morning to a big puddle on the kitchen floor and an unfrozen freezer-ful of food. It took me a long while to clean out the freezer (melted popsicle juice dripping from the top shelf, anyone?), then I just had time to bathe and feed Norah and put her back down for a nap when the doorbell rang.
It was Elliot's friend from school coming to play. That's great! We had invited him for 10 AM and he was right on time. It was also Elliot's friend from school's two parents, whom I had met very casually before, at the door, waiting to be invited in. Oh, okay, come in! Can I offer you a drink? Let's visit for a while. Excuse my pajamas, you see, we had a disaster with the freezer this morning and I'm getting a late start. I didn't mention that none of us had had a morsel of breakfast yet. So we sat and chatted. . .and chatted. . .and chatted. I dropped a subtle hint or two that I would be happy to drop their son off in a few hours if they wanted to get stuff done. No bites, so after a full 80 minutes of chatting -- with me in my pajamas, children starving -- I couldn't stand it any longer and said, "I've really got to get in the shower this morning. Really, let me bring Ryan home in a little while." And I essentially shooed them out the door.
Was that horrible of me? What would you have done? And who has that much time on their hands that mom and dad can go to a playdate with their child and sit and talk for hours? Also, if it's past 11 and you're at someone's house and she is still in her pajamas, isn't it time to excuse yourself so she can start her day? I mean, really.