Today my body was coping particularly badly with the lack of sleep. I got up for about a couple of hours this morning and then just couldn’t keep my eyes open. Fortunately, Grub was keen for a nap by about 10am too so we headed back to bed and left Beefcake to get Pudding ready and off to playgroup. It was very nice. I got a couple of okay hours of sleep with only some brief boob attachment interruptions, Beefcake and Pudding had a lovely time at playgroup and then picked some things up at the supermarket.
While Beefcake unpacked the shopping we were chatting about how playgroup was and who was there when this conversation happened:
Beefcake: “I made a friend at playgroup”
Me: “Oh yeah”
B: “Yeah, mother of a 3yo… blah, blah, (description of what he and the woman chatted about)”
Me: “Cool, sounds nice”
B: Yeah, so she gave me her phone number and said we should get together for a playdate with the kids”
Now, here’s the thing. This is fine, really, it’s fine. Beefcake is very loyal and I have no worries on that count. He wouldn’t even go on a playdate, like this, without me. I suppose it is possible that I would’ve chatted to this woman and exchanged phone numbers and all the rest if I had been there. The thing is, if I had been out and brought home a man’s phone number in the same situation, then he would be weirded out too. I pointed this out to him when we were talking about it and he agreed. He would hate it if I brought home some random Dad’s phone number for organising playdates and yet he knows that he has nothing to worry about.
We had a good laugh about how silly it is but I still feel a bit uncomfortable about it. What’s up with that? It’s weird, no? I actually don’t know that I would give my phone number out to a married man I met at playgroup, which is stupid, I mean, who cares if it’s a Dad or a Mum who you’re talking to. The thing is, I must care about it on some level.
Oooh, oooh, and get this, she even said to him that she was really judgemental and that she tended to get all judgy when she met people and he said (Oh. My. Fuck) “Oh well you and my wife will either hate each other or love each other then because she’s really judgmental too”. Nice one darling. Thanks. And, and, does she intend to have playdates with my husband and will she be annoyed when I turn up as well?
Anyway, what do you think, dear internets, would you be weirded out exchanging numbers with a Dad at playgroup? I’ll probably make friends with her and then have to delete this post at some point but right now….Is it just me? Am I being an insecure bitcharella or is she a bit too loose and free with her phone number?