Playdate Exhaustion

[walkitout]

T. had a great playdate today with J., his friend from school (really, I doubt you can possibly understand how happy I am that I can write that phrase). J.'s mother and younger brother also came over. I _love_ J.'s mother, and the younger brother, Z. absolutely reminds me of T. when he was little, more than any other kid I've met. Good times. Chicken nuggets, fries, juice, raisins, bananas -- all successfully deployed.

I wound up setting a 2 p.m. deadline at around 1:30, because T. was obviously flagging and J. was getting _really_ wound up and disorganized. I'm glad I did, because I hate to wait until things go bad to bail -- I'd rather call a halt when things are still going well, because that makes the next time actually happen, as opposed to everyone being all what happened? That was so good ... until it wasn't.

I'm also glad I did, because after spending 45 minutes or so with my walking partner (no walk -- it's cold and T. is sick), I realized that T. and I are really, really, really freaking exhausted. He's hanging out on the couch watching TV and I can barely sit up.

Socializing apparently really takes it out of us.

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[ethelmay.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. At evening parties we used to keep an eye on toddler/preschooler P., and when he'd just hit Peak Charming, we'd have to haul him out, because that meant he had fifteen minutes to half an hour or so before Peak Tired and Wailing.