And I am counting the one when Wooz was like 2-1/2 and that girl's mom kept saying she was on her way and then an hour later she was like "Sorry, I had to make a stop, I'm on my way now!" and we had her for like 5 hrs. Worse than that.
Wooz's friend came over Saturday night for pizza and movies and popcorn--basically a slumber party without the sleeping over. She arrived, all was well, they ate, they watched a movie, they went to the playroom, I started getting DS ready for bed. DH made them popcorn and they watched a second movie in the playroom.
Her mom showed up 20 minutes late, and they live 5 minutes away, so I really don't understand that, but whatever. From the time she arrived until she got her daughter out of my house, A FULL HOUR PASSED. 60 earth minutes, y'all. Since I've had my kids, I've dialed back my parent-judging somewhat, but this was the most judgeworthy sorry mess I've seen in a long time.
Friend wouldn't come downstairs. The mom just stood there like a dummy, talking about Hawaii or something. 10 minutes pass, I smile and say I'll go see if the girls need help with anything. I reiterate that it's time to go, they say Friend will be right down. 5 more minutes pass, and then 10. Friend starts chasing Wooz's kitten through the house. I tell her not to chase the kitten, the mom stands there, smiling like her kid just split the atom or something. Kid's shoes are still parked in my foyer. I offer to get her coat, Friend takes the coat and runs off with it. Mom stands there.
60 minutes of this fuckery, y'all. Afterward, we told Wooz that after about three minutes of that, we'd be leaving even if we had to carry her out kicking and screaming. 40 minutes into these shenanigans, they woke DS. And still, Dummy Mom is like "B, if you don't listen then you can't go to other friends' houses anymore." Lady, I don't give a flying fuck about your other friends, it is after 10:00 and you and your kid need to get the fuck out of my house. They finally left, we got the kids to sleep, and then DH and I stayed up and talked about the mom for another half hour, because really, WTF?
Worst. Playdate. Ever.
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