Looking around, I’ve found that there are apparently two types of parents in this world:
A) Those who lead active social lives prior to having children and who, once they have children, see no reason not to continue doing so. They’ll pack the kids up and drag them to the ball park, Disneyland at the age of 2, Hockey games and other places, which to me, seems a bit nonsensical since you spend all your time watching the kids rather than whatever it is you’re there to see!
Then there are these folks:
B) Those who are somewhat social prior to having kids. Then after having kids, they realize that dragging all that baby crap everywhere is just a big ol’ pain in the butt, and ayway, who wants to see and hear my screaming youngins when they paid good money to be here!
CareerMom and I are most decidely of the “B” group, while it seems like everyone we know, is in the “A” group. Case in point, we recently were invited to a neighbor’s house for something they have called, “The Event.”
Billed as something only offered to a “select” group of people, The Event promises:
– South African wine tasting
– Martini bar
– Craft brew bar
– Chair massages
– Complimentary drive home
– Couples pool tournament
– Beer pong
– Afternoon pedicures and manicure
Does this not sound like the best! It does to us too, but we’re already finding problems getting a babysitter now that all the high-school kids are out of school and at the end of the day, CareerMom and I both seem to have come to the conclusion that it’s too much of a hassle to get someone to watch the kids. It appears that we’ve reached a silent agreement that we’ll just skip The Event altogether rather than making the effort to find a new sitter. How pathetic are we?
Now granted, there are probably 50 teenage girls in our neighborhood and we’ve barely scratched the surface in trying to find one, but part of the problem is CareerMom’s high standards for babysitting. Apparently, they have to meet the same standards originally set forth by CareerMom’s recently graduated youngest sister, and our longtime “old standby” babysitter:
1. An affinity for playing with children (Most teenage girls qualify: check)
2. Be able to determine when water is hot enough to scald child in bath (Most teenage girls qualify: check)
3. Doesn’t need to be motivated to clean up after playtime and/or dinner (Most teenage girls qualify: check)
4. Be able to figure out how to manipulate the three remote controls required for proper television viewing (Most teenage girls qualify: check)
5. Know our kids already (Most teenage girls qualify: OH! So sorry…thanks for playing!)
So really, it’s that one criteria preventing us from being social. Or are we just using it as an excuse? I suspect it’s a bit of both.
Are we really that boring or are we like our own little saboteurs, hamstringing our inner-partier so that we can play the martyr while everyone else is having fun?
I tell ya, right about now, I could use a martini bar, some beer pong and maybe even a game of naked twister if the mood’s right.