So apparently when faced with phone pauses, and I am already anxious, I become The Babbler.
All kinds of round about rambling phrases spew forth from my mouth.
I'm so embarrassed. And shaky.
Here's what happened:
I returned a phone call regarding a play date invitation for A. this morning. I explained that we would be busy that day, thanks for the invitation, blah-de-blah-blah. Pause. I went on about the upcoming crazy days as the holidays get closer, more blabber.
The mom on the other end was a Quiet Phone Talker, a Pauser. When faced with That Type, I overcompensate. It's a sickness really.
I continue to blather, finally taking a much needed breath. The mom suggests another date for a play date. Sweat breaks out on my brow, my brain spins a bit and say, "Uh...sure. That will be lovely." Or I might have read her our grocery list. It's a blur.
See here's the deal, the dirt, the down low: This will be A.'s first play date with a friend from preschool. A play date where she rides home with little friend to her house. Without me.
This makes me ALL kinds of twitchy.
A. has been over to friend's houses and vice versa, but moms have always tagged along as well, and they are all friends of mine from church anyway.
I'm sure it will be perfectly fine and I know A. will have a delightful time. I have met and interacted with the mom some, and I know another little girl from school goes over for play dates often. Yet. Still. I worry I fret. I blog.
How old were your children when they went on a Mom Not Allowed play date? Rode home with a friend? (A. is five--is that too young?) Am I freaking out unnecessarily? AARRGH!
Of course this will lead to a reciprocal play date, which is a whole OTHER issue. Anyone have a Xanax? Are you a Babbler or a Pauser?