I’m half way through the first week of the
school holidays. The winter school holidays. I’m also at the end of an all day double
playdate. A double playdate is one where each of my boys has one of their
friends over. That’s four boys under ten in my house that I work from home
from. Are you on board the train to hell yet?
Of course, I didn’t make these arrangements
by accident. I thought them out and stupidly idiotically naïvely
thought it would be EASIER having playmates for my kids. So then I could
continue to work from home while they
entertained themselves. Oh, don’t worry. I can see you shaking your head from
here.
It’s not like the entire day was hell.
There were moments of sheer glory. When each son played quietly in their
respective bedrooms with their mates. Lego and Test Match Cricket kept them
entertained for about 45 minutes each. They did a bit of ball kicking outside
and there were the PS4 sessions which peppered the day and thankfully didn’t
consume it.
But kids these days [oh FFS, did I actually
just say that??] don’t cope with boredom too well. And in the down times they
were stuck. And every time they got stuck they gravitated to a screen. And I
wanted to scream. Which of course I couldn’t because we had outsiders in the
house. Outsiders whose mums undoubtedly DON’T scream and probably smile with
amusement when their kids complain that they’re bored and come up with some interesting
activity that grows their kids’ brains or something.
So I went all ‘perfect mother’ on their
bored arses and serenely suggested they ‘go outside’… “go have some fun boys!
Kick the ball or play basketball or climb a tree!”
And eight eyes were rolled. And four of
them looked apologetic and possibly even dismayed that those words came out of
THEIR mum’s head. I can just imagine what the outsiders said when they got
home. “It was ok Mum but their mum told us to go outside. In the winter – who
does that?”
So they did go outside for a while and then
they moped around from room to room trying to come up with an idea to stop the
boredom. Because life is so boring. This life which is full of board games and ball
games and friendships. And I tried to ignore them and not intervene with my
ridiculous suggestions. At one point I heard one of the outsiders ask one of my
boys “So what do you usually do?” and I strained to listen to the answer
because I wanted to know too…
Back in my day [yes, I'm going there] kids would just rock up at their friend's houses. There were no playdates and there were no activities. There were just mates hanging out in each other's space. If that got boring you'd head out into the street to see who else was around and then there'd be a posse of bored kids. Which, just quietly, didn't always end well... if you catch my drift! The point is, you sorted shit out yourself. If I ever had the balls to whinge to Mum that me and friends were bored she'd make us weed the garden!
I had one activity totally worked out for
them. If you have sons then you will know that they could fill their entire day
simply with eating so I covered that off. Fruit and lollies and homemade pizza
and hotdogs and juices and popcorn and donuts. All the essential boy food
groups were covered. But boys tend to inhale food, on the run so that filled up
about an hour, in total, of their day. Or should I say, ‘our’ day.
They worked it out in the end. They made a
game that involved all four of them. One person had to hide a small ball and
the rest of them had to find it. Sounds pretty cool huh? Yep. Except that the
game is played INSIDE and part of the rules seemed to be that while you were
searching for the small ball you all had to scream. That’s four boys SCREAMING
in my house and it took all my efforts to NOT tell them to use their ‘inside
voices’ or ‘go outside’ or say anything at all to discourage the game because I
was pretty happy that they had done almost exactly what I had hoped. They made
up their own game, inclusive of everyone that didn’t involve a screen. Just a
whole lot of fucking SCREAM.
Of course all attempts to work at that time
had became entirely futile. Because they were screaming and running around the
house in socks on hard floors and there are corners on all the furniture and
doorways and no matter how hard I try to remember I constantly forget that my
kids aren’t toddlers anymore. So I wiped the kitchen benches multiple times
while smiling and gently reminding the boys to ‘take it easy’ and ‘slow down’
and ‘watch your head’ as they zoomed past me in laps.
A hundred times that day, I wondered why I
did it. And then our guests were gone and so was the noise and the boys were tired and so
grateful.
And it all made sense.
Are you into hosting playdates?
