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<\/a><\/p>\nA hilarious take on all things parenting, by the ladies behind the blog of the same name (Science of Parenthood<\/a>). \u00a0Similar to their blog, authors Norine Dworkin-McDaniel and Jessica Ziegler have filled the book with bright illustrations and charts explaining the nuances, realities and frustrations of modern parenting.<\/p>\n There is ooooooooh so much I can relate to contained within the pages of this little gem from packing the hospital bag in preparation for birth to buying all the baby gear and navigating the modern childhood social scene.<\/p>\n This picture right here is the story of my mommying life:<\/p>\n Between having still young children and homeschooling, I’m involved in pretty much every one of my children’s social situations. \u00a0\u00a0Plus\u00a0I’ll gladly admit to being mildly neurotic about who we spend our time with because it’s important to me that we all enjoy the time and feel comfortable. \u00a0And when we find a child\/parent pair we all like, I hold onto them like superglue!<\/p>\n Truthfully, I can’t really think of many child\/parent pairs that I’ve ever avoided at all costs and we really do tend to get a long with most people we meet yet we have certainly had our share of awkward encounters and situations. \u00a0But author Norine’s story which prompted this graphic may just top any of my personal playdate experiences:<\/p>\n Play dates. They should really be things of beauty and harmony. Or at the very least, simple convenience. After all, the idea is that Someone Else is entertaining your child so that you get a few hours of peace to do things like scroll through Facebook<\/a>. Or read a book<\/a>\u00a0 (hint! hint!) Or enjoy the pure pleasure of holding a complete, coherent thought in your head.<\/p>\n But, to crib a bit from poet Robert Burns,\u00a0the best laid plans for play dates often go awry<\/a>.\u00a0As I discovered one Saturday afternoon when I invited a girl from my son’s class \u2014 a sweet, blonde girl I knew he had a crush on \u2014 to come rollerskating with us.<\/p>\n I’ll admit, while I liked the classmate, I was kinda meh<\/em> about Blonde Girl’s Mom ever since my kid reported that while he’d been at her<\/em> house for a play date, he’d spent the entire afternoon shooting virtual deer with a rifle while playing Big Buck Hunter. I wasn’t familiar with that particular video game, but seeing my babysitter’s eyes go wide when he described it was enough to let me know it was hardly an all-ages game<\/a>. Still, he adored Blonde Girl, so I was willing to give the play date thing another go. I figured the kids could skate; Blonde Girl’s Mom and I could spend a little Mom-To-Mom time getting to know each other. Who knew? Maybe we’d bond over a shared love of ’70s and ’80s roller rink muzak.<\/p>\n And well, not even close.<\/p>\n “My toddler’s having a melt-down, so could you keep an eye on these kids while I take him home?” was how Blonde Girl’s Mom greeted me at the skating rink door. No Hi<\/em>. No Great to see you. Glad you made it.<\/em> Just a string of words that came out so fast, it sounded like one really long word: Mytoddlershavingameltdownsocouldyoukeepaneyeonthesekidswhileittakehimhome?<\/em><\/p>\n Wait. What?<\/em><\/p>\n My eyes\u00a0hadn\u2019t even adjusted to the darkness of the skating rink. But I quickly saw what was going on.\u00a0I’d invited her\u00a0daughter<\/em>\u00a0to go skating with my son. And Blonde Girl’s Mom had shown up with an entourage that included her daughter, her daughter’s younger sister and the girls’ two besties. And, oh yes, the toddler who was flailing around on the floor screaming like he was being filleted with long knives. And she wanted\u00a0me<\/em>\u00a0to keep track of all of\u00a0them<\/em>\u00a0in a dark rink? \u00a0On wheels? So she could go HOME? Oh, hell no!<\/p>\n In her defense, I could see that request being made in a moment of pure temporary insanity. We’ve all had that unnerving three-year-old-tantrum-in-a-public-place experience. (And if you haven’t yet, don’t worry, you will.) But the horrified look on my face and my flat refusal to be responsible for five kids in a dark rink, on wheels should have snapped her right back to reality. I mean, in your head that might sound like a plausible, even good, idea. But once the words are out of your mouth and you actually hear them, you gotta think,\u00a0Of course not. That’s just crazy talk.<\/em><\/p>\n As I proceeded to rent my kid skates, I wondered why my darling child didn’t want to go skating with any of the kids whose parents I like<\/em> to hang out with … who’d never think of saddling a fellow mom with an unruly, unfamiliar brood so they could make a quick getaway.<\/p>\n Still, the afternoon could have been a lot\u00a0worse<\/a>. And there was a silver lining: It was unlikely that Blonde Girl\u2019s Mom and I would be getting together again. Ever.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n So if you’re looking for a great gift for a fellow mommy this winter, look no further than\u00a0Science of Parenthood<\/a>\u00a0<\/em>where we can all feel like a success in the wake of other mommies parenting fails<\/a> (and we all have them)!<\/p>\n You can follow Science of Parenthood\u00a0on Facebook<\/a>, Twitter<\/a> and Instagram<\/a>\u00a0and check out their book\u00a0tour schedule<\/a>\u00a0to see if they’re hitting your neighborhood!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" If you’ve spent any time putzing around the parenting section of your local bookstore or favorite website, you may have spotted this little gem: A hilarious take on all things parenting, by the ladies behind the blog of the same name (Science of Parenthood). \u00a0Similar to their blog, authors Norine Dworkin-McDaniel and Jessica Ziegler have […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9642,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-baby-business"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9640","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9640"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9645,"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9640\/revisions\/9645"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9642"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beyondmommying.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}<\/a><\/p>\n