Playcentre in the morning = 3 solid hours of well,..play. For the boys its pure action and for Mum, its pure sanity. I have felt the most normal over the last 6 weeks when we've been at play centre. Funny thing, must be the gentle smell of playdough, the chatter of excited kids, just being Mum with other mums and enjoying the kids - all of them interacting to learn, learning to not bash each other, and exploring the world. Its full on, I admit, but somehow refreshing and recharging being in a room full of bunnies that only have two speeds - enthusiastic and asleep.
It's also really nice to meet some new friends (I hope). I am trying not to appear too capital D for desperate for new mates. Its first year at high school all over again, shying testing the waters by chatting to different people, thinking 'are you my NBF?'....'will you be up for a glass of wine at 4pm on a random tuesday where we drink and feed the kids sausages then one of us stumbles home pushing a buggy?'. Those sorts of friends are well worth getting over my teen angst shyness for. And yes, they take time (don't want to appear like a win-o).
In the meantime, the boys wake up every morning asking for playcentre. Next term we'll be upping our days to 2X week for LB and 4X for BB. If that works out Big Brother wont need to go to Kindy as well, he can do the advanced session for 4 yr olds until he goes to school. (Excuse me while I howl at the thought of loosing my first born to the bowels of structured education) Its a great option for me cause this way I'll get to meet, and establish NBFs with more possible 4pm winos, rather than at kindergarten where its usually more drop off and pick up the kids.
Hoorah for Play Centre. I like actually playing with play dough too - I dont just sniff it - its so wormy and squishy and therapeutic.
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