There are not enough swear words in all the languages of the world to describe how much I hate playgroup. There is a baffling irony to me in this fact because a great many of my favourite moments mothering ever have been spent in the exclusive company of other mothers (and our children). I love the company of women. I love talking. I love hanging out. I love the camaraderie between mothers. What goes so wrong with playgroup?
The endless conversations about teething, for one. (I know it is an all-consuming job this mothering of small children thing and I know there are few places where we can off-load, but honestly, we can’t come up for air occasionally and discuss something more interesting?) The competitiveness over toddler milestones. The incessant comparing of baby sleep patterns. (OK, I was a little obsessed when I was a first-time mother, but now I am over it and expect all of you to be too). The teeth-gritted politeness while adjudicating squabbles between toddlers. The constant reduction of our children to ridiculous gender stereotypes. The complete failure to have a good sense of humour. And perhaps worst of all this stifling sense of fear in the air, which ranges all the way from a fear of germs to a fear of being different.
It has been a couple of years since I last attended playgroup and I must admit I had forgotten how bad it can be. Or how bad I can be at a place like playgroup.
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“Fucking playgroup”
I loves it! Everyone is so polite, so careful not to reveal anything too personal.
i loves it too, i wasn’t going to go as i didn’t want to invade a women’s space but was made welcome and yes it gets very personal, i’ve learnt things i perhaps oughtn’t. i found the whole bunch of babies going thro the same stage together thing pretty good, and it normalised my fears and frustrations, so useful too.
i meet up with the dads fairly frequently, that too is a fine thing.
I was okay with playgroup with my first kid. My third kid didn’t go once. Third time around I struggled with all the things I embraced as a first-time parent: playgroup, playgrounds, nursery rhymes, fairy tales. All things that lose their appeal with time.
Oh I agree! For some bizarre reason I perservered with playgroup for much longer than I wanted to. Partly because I had moved interstate with a 9 month old baby to a place where we knew nobody. So I sort of felt like I had to for me and my baby. But I can’t tell you how many times a fork in the eye felt like a better option. I think my main hurdle was that aside from a brief blah blah of baby stuff I wanted to talk about more interesting things.
And that whole competitiveness edge, in comparisions etc I think in a lot of cases comes about from a complete lack of anything real to talk about.
I did make a few lasting friendships from palygroup, and it was a great relief when that happened and we didn’t need to go to play group to catch up.
Something happens in that environment that rubbed me up the wrong way. Which is weird because I love getting together with friends and kids at ‘play dates’ and will seriously miss the early years of being able to play and talk a lot, but couldn’t fake it till I made it at play group.
I don’t think it works the second time. Sorry, it just doesn’t. You’re too confident and can’t bond about that fear of the unknown thing…
Pity, because there were some interesting Mums to talk to in second child’s group.
This! I think you have hit the nail on the head for me. Thank you.
No one spoke to me at the two playgroups I tried. One was Steiner, and it is was pretty clear I wasn’t going to make the grade. In the other, people spoke to each other, but just not to me. But I did meet a now very dear friend there – no one spoke to her either.
I never understand the “noone spoke to me” complaint. Really? You actually approached someone and they didn’t speak to you? I understand that sometimes people don’t notice new people or make an effort to start up conversation (which can be awful; I have been there often enough) but conversation is a two-way thing and I get irritated by people who sit on the sidelines and don’t approach anyone and then complaint they noone spoke to them. Yes, being in a new situation is intimidating but it takes work to make new friends (especially when mothers are distracted by looking after their children).
I have only been to one, the only person who spoke to me was a nanny.
Actually that’s a fib – one mother did talk to me but after I told her I was hungover, I think she told the other mothers to steer clear.
Yeah I suck at Playgroups. I suspect most of us do. They are such unnatural groupings of people, and the potential for social awkwardness is really high.
I was so lucky to end up in a wonderful mothers group with Lily and it ended up taking care of our playdate needs.
There’s also a kind of local playgroup in the park that is so big and full of activities that socialising is not imperative and you can wait six months before striking up a conversation with people. That works well because it is easy and fun. Interestingly it us also very popular with Dads.
I didn’t mind playgroup, the two groups I’ve been in have been generally pretty good conversation-wise and they haven’t been competitive (or maybe I’m just naive and I didn’t notice it), but it can be a bit like high school. There’s a whole lot of people stuck together because they’re in the same life stage, sometimes you make great friends, sometimes you don’t, it’s a lucky dip. My first group was like having a nice group of workmates, my second playgroup resulted in a couple of really great friends.
My kid wasn’t really a big wrap for playgroup, he sort of wanted to like it, but there were too many kids doing too many different things. He has enjoyed more structured activities (like storytime) and I’ve met people there too.
I loved the playgroup in my old neighbourhood, but now I’m back in the city I see the mums around the place and can’t imagine wanting to know them. They even LOOK fearful and uptight.
I also struggle with the mums at the park. I got told off by a mum for letting my one year-old wander in front of her five year-old, causing the five year old to knock her over.
I still haven’t done a ‘real’ playgroup – my mother’s group got ditched after three laborious meetings and my regular outing is for an Australian Breastfeeding Association play in the park. Playgroups seem a little intense and most of the ones I’ve seen are church based. Which would be uncomfortable enough for me but since Wolfman is the one who’ll be going from now on in, signing up for churchy playgroups sounds like a recipe for unnecessary angst. One thing I like about the ABA group is that there’s no structure to playing in the park and when there is structure there’s a reasonable amount of depth. The range of ages (maternal and child) make a difference too.
I made a feeble attempt at going to a church based playgroup when number 2 was a baby and number 1 was about 2 years old. I only went once or twice, I just didn’t fit.
When number 2 was a little older I started going to a playgroup at a community hall with my neighbour whose twin girls were the same age as my daughter and we and another friend ended up running the group in very short order. So that one was ok I guess. But I was never a big fan of the rigid scheduling of the meetings, what I looked forward to was the inevitable visit to a coffee shop with kids’ playground that followed the meetings 🙂
We’d moved by the time number 3 came along and when he was mobile and potentially social I went looking for a local group. I went a couple of times but simply couldn’t bear it, and I know it wasn’t because of the parents there as I became quite good friends with some of them in other contexts, I just don’t enjoy activities that are completely centered around small children.
I was once asked in a play group by another mother whether my toddler ‘was doing shape sorters yet.’
Fuck I just can’t handle that level of competition you know?
Ohhh the constant reduction of children to ridiculous gender stereotypes really resonates with me. I don’t have kids, but one of the things that mystifies me the most about intelligent people who have children is their sudden willingness to accept every stupid stereotype, especially gender-based stereotype, once they have children. Argh!
Aren’t we misguided – or desperate maybe – when we assume that because someone is living a similar life (with small babies and children) that we can find common ground. I think the best recipe for having good playdates is to have existing friends have kids around the same time as you. Which is not always possible, unfortunately!
I did not like Mother’s group, playgroup, or many Kinder Mums. Maybe 2 or 3 . Possibly because (oh dear God) a main topic of conversation was Are you sending your child children to a private school? (they were 2 years old at the time!) Or What activities do your children do? Stupefying boring. These women were NOT in my tribe.
Thank goodness now I have teenagers I don’t have to talk to the parents much. Just about chauffering arrangements/pick up times.
I can’t tell you how much pleasure it give me seeing “Fucking playgroup” over and over again in the comments window.. like a chorus of people saying “Fuck playgroup”. I’m bitter and twisted.
Only ever did Mothers’ groups with no. 1. There was no structure just everyone looking out for each others kids and gossiping about everything from sleep to sex and second pregnancies and then when we got to that stage miscarriages. When no. 2 came along I was told I couldn’t join a mothers’ group because they were only for new mums (we had moved to a new area) so no. 1 went to day care for a couple of days a week for socialisation and to give me a rest with new bub and in time new bub went to daycare and I went back to work. We did try a Church playgroup in Alice once, but no. 1 wasn’t walking at the time, didn’t want to sit and eat fruit, and only about two other people were there so I called it a failure and never went again.
Stuff playgroup, it’s all about the kids.
I’m part of an amazingly fantastic group for Mothers with professional childcare in the next room. It was set up so women at home with small children did not go mad, and is funded by the ACT government as preventative health care.
The kids are all different ages, and we do heaps of art, dance, interesting talks, all that good stuff.
Anyone in Canberra is welcome – http://www.majurawomensgroup.net/
I went to an interesting playgroup at West End Community House once, it was all Dads (about 4 of them). Not a whole lot of talk about the kids, quite a lot about cricket, and they shouted rounds of coffees and muffins. I started work the next week so never went back, but I enjoyed it as an interesting social experiment/experience. As for the usual playgroup, ugh. ugh. ugh. *dislike*
I believe in attending playgroup just long enough to find the one or two interesting mums who look like they can hold a conversation about Things Other Than Young Children and then swoop them off and create your own playgroup at the park. This sounds more vulture-like and predatory than I intend, but it’s worked well for me.
Thinking about it, the ‘polite and careful’ was mostly associated with a group in New Zealand, where my younger daughters were born. I was in a very good group in Australia, where my elder daughter was born. We were all very proper at the official meetings, but when they ended, we kept on meeting. Our first non-official meeting was a little circumspect, but then someone mentioned wine… and after that, the meetings got very loose indeed. It was a very supportive group, possibly because the babies ranged in age from just a few weeks to six months, so comparisons were useless. Also, early on, we decided that intelligence was most likely correlated with teeth.
It’s funny you should bring this up now, as I’ve actually just found a playgroup on Thursdays that I can stand to attend without chewing my own leg off.
My first playgroup was hideous; it was full of mothers who were so afraid of the label of “bad mother” that every word out of their mouths was laced with sacchrine and the contents therein was solely how their baby had a different color of poop that day. Most were older mothers (most of whom had IVF, to give you a sense of age) who had wanted to concieve sooooooo badly that they couldn’t admit that raising their precious child was not everything they’d expected it to be; words like “hard work” and “boring” and “mind-bogglingly difficult to deal with” and “depression” were completely taboo.
The only friend I made there was one brave young woman who, like me, had had an unplanned pregnancy and was also suffering from post-natal depression who once let it slip, jokingly, “Doesn’t anyone else want to toss their kid out the window sometimes?”
This new playgroup, on the other hand, is fabulous, thank God, as I was about to go insane from the loneliness of it all. But in general, yes, screw playgroups, especially when the kids are young, and screw any attempts to force a group of people together who have nothing in common except for the fact that they’re all dealing with the consequences of unprotected sex (planned or unplanned).
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Well this is amazing. I had no idea there were others out there who felt the same. All artist mothers should have their own “IMPERFECT” playgroups! x
It’s not just artists who long for them!
It’s really not that hard to set one up. Find a place like an indoor adventure playground and tell everyone whose company you find pleasant who has a preschooler or baby that you’ll be there, drinking coffee/tea, at a particular time each week.
We accidentally founded our fantastic playgroup just by showing up at the same adventure playground with our toddlers for three weeks in a row, then agreeing to keep going. It’s been three years or so, and no sign of it stopping!
After a few months, we started rotating around the houses of the group members who wanted to host. There’s no obligation to host, and the person in charge of text-messaging everyone with the venue either tells everyone who’s volunteered or tells them which public park or indoor adventure playground the session will be at.
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I agree fuck playgroup! I hate hate hate it . The feeling of complete dread comes over me . I feel like it’s something I have to do for my child. I am antisocial and kind of hate people in general. I have to suck it up put on my sweetest smile and deal!!! I have absolutely nothing in common with these women. It’s too big a playgroup but it’s the only one I can find right now. I am sick of these moms and how fucking boring they are. I made the mistake of going on one these “moms night out” Mainly because I am so freaking lonely I can’t stand it . I thought why not give these boring, obnoxious,snotty women a try. I ended up not talking to anyone (big shock) and feeling awkward and weird . I wanted to leave the minute I got there. I am sick of being that mom . The one who has nothing in common with any of the moms, the one who makes a joke and gets looks like “what the fuck are you talking about” . The one who everytime I go to any playgroup the feeling of feeling out of place comes over me and I want to crawl under a rock and hide until it’s over. So yes In other words I hate them too.
Poor you. Loneliness is terrible for mothers with young children. Hang in there. You just have to find some mother friends that you have something in common with – it will change your life. Trust me.
Hope you find them soon, though sounds like you won’t find them at playgroup. : (
I feel awkward and weird at school drop-off and pick up. There are a couple of mothers who will talk to me, but when I approach them when they are talking to other mothers, the other ones, even of children in my son’s class, rarely make eye-contact, let alone say hello or introduce themselves. Now that it is the third? Fourth? week I don’t know that things are going to change until I can get my head together enough to volunteer for pencil-sharpening or some such thing.
Volunteering definitely helps if you can manage it. But even now, in my 9th year with kids at the same primary school and having held many volunteer roles including P&C President for 2 years, I still often feel out of place and that I’m intruding on other people’s conversations when I’m at drop-off or pick-up and my one really good friend isn’t there.
It’s partly illusory I’m sure, but it’s also a lot to do with simply not having a lot of common ground to explore with most people there. Which is why I hang out online where I find lots of my kind of people!
Err, that sounds more negative than I’d intended, I’ve also met lots of lovely people who smile and say hello and with whom I can reliably have a conversation and feel welcome. But it’s not the same as having soul-mates around and it can be quite draining when I’m low on socialising reserves.
never a truer word was spoken.
so competitive… the title could also be children’s fucking birthday parties. I find them so painful. Such a stupid amount of one upmanship- boring coversations about the kids with people I have nothing in common with… to much structure, to much shit food, to much competitiveness… and too much of parents summing up there children in the most bizarre of ways:
“Jimmy is quite fearful of new experiences where he has no control” Shock horror he is four!!!
” stacey doesn’t like authority figures” ( what does that mean exactly!!!)
Give. me. a break.
I really love this post as it confirms for me that I wasn’t alone in really not liking playgroups. So often I found conversation sachrine and superficial when what I really wanted to talk about was the hard, complex stuff or maybe just stuff other than being mother. I also don’t like a lot of social interaction that comes with children “playing.” For example, there is a splash park near our house and my daughter loves it there. When we are there I try to strike up conversations with some of the other parents and it can be bizarre. So I will say something banal like “Isn’t this great fun!? I am so pleased the council funds this otherwise I’d have no idea where to take my daughter on such a hot day…etc etc” or I’ll make a joke like “Do you think it is ok for me to just sit back with a beer and a book now while she is playing?” Just to start up conversation, ya know. And the other parent will say something like “Yes, I see Joseph’s water confidence skills are really developing this year. Last year he was a lot more timid. We try to bring him here regularly to develop his skills. I see your daughter is doing well here….” It is totally bizarre. I feel like the laughter, spontaneity, and fun is missing from so much of these interactions. Do you think it comes from us having fewer children and thus obsessing more over them?
But as much as I really love your post, I also don’t like to be in the anti-playgroup camp as so often it descends into slagging off mothers. I can see it in the comments above: that mothers who attend playgrounds are dull, are unintelligent, are unambitious, are obsessive, are intimidating, are insular…I am suspicious when a mother distances herself from “other mothers” (eg: Ayelet Waldman). I mean, given the chorus of these responses you’d think that there weren’t any mothers left who were dull, unintelligent, obsessive, intimidating. So maybe it is the case that we all are at some time or other. I have been the mother who has obsessed over teething, over whether my child is developing ok, over sleepless nights. And, I confess, I have been pleased that it didn’t happen to me when I have learnt that some other children have refused to take a bottle etc.
And sometimes I think it is a matter of our own attitudes and going into playgroups expecting them to be a certain way to find that, low and behold, it fulfils our expectations. How many times has the mother who complains that other mothers haven’t talked to her actually approached a lost, new mother herself? Any maybe the person who asked about the shape-sorter was just struggling for conversation and YOU were the one who was reading the competitiveness into it…
I agree, with your point about how important the conversations about teething and milestones sometimes were for me, too, as a new mother – I hope I conveyed that in the original post.
I also agree that these conversations can often end up being pretty negative about mothers – but I do think there is a kind of competitive intensity going on in parenting that many of us are reacting against which isn’t about hating mothers as such.
oh I completely agreed with your original post and you express what I loathe about playgrounds too very well. It was just that by the time I got to the end of the comments (which I was looking forward to reading – I always discovered such interesting, intelligent women there) – I was feeling quite a lot uneasy. There were just too many generalisations and so many of them were the same anti-mother generalisations that I encounter in wider society.
What I think made playgroups so dull and awkward for me it that I was constantly self-censoring – worrying if I was saying something that I loved about my daughter that might be interpreted as competitive or boastful. That if I talked about missing my career I might be devaluing the work of mothering. That if I talking about baby stuff I would be dull. It was completely paralysing. And I think a lot of the other mothers there were similarly paralysed. If anything, I found that the mothers I encountered at these groups were so worried about being competitive that they shared little of what they loved about their child. I felt like the judgmental tone of some of the comments above were just confirming what a minefield it is to say anything as a mother to other mothers. I think we are a sensitive bunch and sometimes a person is just struggling for conversation and talking about things that your child can do is just a way of thinking of something to say. Could we not just give each other the benefit of the doubt?
But yes, the competitive nature of mothering can be awfully oppressive. Funnily enough, the most competition I have felt was from a friend who had a daughter the same age as mine. I stopped seeing her after she cheered her daughter on to grab a toy off mine and wanted to put them in crawling races to see whose could crawl the fastest. And she was often comparing whose was the prettiest (even if it was to express ruefully that it was mine – what a hollow victory that was). Un-fucking-believeable.
I go to a feminist playgroup where there are several children, and women, with disabilities. I love it. There’s no competing, no gender bullshit, a lot of honesty and a lot of support. If you don’t like playgroup why not make your own? It can be such a handy way to get out of the house and have your kids entertained while you get to sit down and talk to truly marvellous feminists who also happen to be mothers.
Your playgroup sounds fabulous.
I currently attend a playgroup and I cannot wait until it’s over for the year! The organizer is a total control freak and sends obnoxious and rude emails to remind everyone that playgroup is tomorrow, or next week, or in an hour, etc., it’s ridiculous. Then, when I attend, she barely looks my way or acknowledges my “hello”. Sorry I ever joined! I end up playing with the kids, they think of me as the “cool” or “fun” mommy, so that makes it bearable, at least!
Thank you for opening up this discussion! I’ve never been a “clique” person, and have a love of quirky, independent minded individuals. So, I lasted about 20 minutes in my first playgroup experience…I left soon after the alpha mom said, “So…whose turn was it to bring the cupcakes…” which of course led to the usual competitive culinary discussion of how “my son only eats apple slices and organic mangoes…” and “my daughter just LOVES seaweed salad and hot curries…” and the every popular, “my son NEVER eats sweets and cakes…” All I want to do in those situations is to make a joke which would probably have me ejected from the herd…not a bad thing, really. I ended up hanging out with a fun, interesting and incredibly unique friend who also hated playgroups. Our sons played and we would listen to our music (we both had an intense dislike of kiddie songs too…I don’t think our kids are too traumatized by that!) and talked about OTHER things or would openly complain if we felt like it. It didn’t mean we loved our kids any less…I appreciated how real she was, that is for sure.
Oh Leaf – how perfectly you have captured the classic alpha mum conversations.
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I know I’m a bit late to this conversation… but I loved playgroup! I was terrified because I had only ever heard horror stories. I only went because I had moved to a new town and didn’t know anyone, but I was expecting a nasty, bitchy clique of Stepford wives. It turned out to be a really well-organised, large group at a local primary school. I was introduced to some other mums who turned out to be really cool, funny, feminist, generous people, and made some excellent friends.
There was lots of talking about kid stuff, but isn’t that part of why you go? I have plenty of work friends who I can talk to about work, I needed to find other mums to talk to about mum-work.
My oldest is off to primary school next year and I’m really looking forward to taking my youngest back to the same playgroup.
You hit the jackpot, lucky you.
I’m officially the last girl to the party. I feel the same about playgroup. Particularly the falseness of adjudicating toddler battles. Plus I don’t think it is helpful for our kids if we are constantly stopping them having social interactions with one another because we want to make sure everyone is being polite. They need to work that shit out on their own. If hitting or really unpleasant behaviour is going on fair enough…
I also don’t think it is healthy because it causes us to completely obsess about the little things about our kids rather than have thoughts/ideas/lives of our own.
My son attends a pre-school, (he is 3) which he goes to for 3 hours a day. This allows me time at home with my baby. Who hopefully is asleep so I can get some work/writing/telephone calls done. And feel like an adult. For a short period of time.
Totally agree with you about the falseness of adjudicating toddler battles. There is definitely an element of performance to playgroup and playdates that I really hate. I find myself stepping in to intervene much earlier than I think I should just so I don’t look like a bad parent. I do think there is much value in standing back and letting children sort out disputes for themselves. That is why I love having my daughter in nursery – she learns to negotiate with other children without hyper-vigilant parents stunting her and her friends’ growth. The nursery staff understand that there is a time for intervening and a time for standing back.
I agree that children need to work out how to get along and solve their problems, and on the most part, at playgroup we do that. Reading about all your playgroup experiences, I can’t help but feel really sorry that it was such a shit experience for you. I’ve been lucky to meet such a bunch of cool mums and dads at my playgroup, plus the kids get to hang out and get dirty in the sandpit.
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I can’t believe what I am reading! At last I am not alone and I feel human. I hated playgroup! I would play games with myself and see which dorky mum would be attending that day. I would secretly give them nicknames like Dork Mum UK, etc. And I couldn’t stand the mums who would sing along to the nursery rhymes AND dance! I always felt something was wrong with me, but after reading this I feel so good. And I hated the newsletters the playgroup organisers would send out. There was always a telling off comment snuck in between telling us mums which flavour cupcake to bring on Wednesday. And the dorky mums that would help clear the toys and wash up. Just sit down and relax…no one’s going to judge you for being a bad mother if you sit down and take it easy. I was always made to feel guilty if I didn’t help out. Jeez, I’m not there to work, I work 7 days a week. And my jokes were never appropriate enough. I like to talk about subjects that most of the mums couldn’t comment on, like WWII, Illuminati, intelligent novels, indie music, historical facts, the haunted forest of Romania, and busking on the streets of Manchester. Now my children are at primary school and I still see these mums, but they now have a new status…PTA mums.
I used to wash up or clean up the toys because it saved me from making awkward conversation with people whom the only thing I had in common with was the age of our children and the place we lived.
The haunted forest of Romania sounds quite interesting actually.
Christine’s comments makes me realise how there is a fine line between talking about what we hate about playgroups and mum bashing.
Having read all the comments I can see why some playgroups/mothers groups can be brutal but…I love my play group. Our group has shrunk to about 5 or 6 over the last 20 months, but the remaining women have become great friends – gym buddies, babysitters and an invaluable support network. We live 1000km from our closest family members, so it has been invaluable to meet some other mums who I trust who can care for my son when I have exhausted all of the other usual options.
It helps that they are all interesting, fun, feminist women who like a glass of wine and a night out without the kids, which we manage fairly regularly.
We have all had or are expecting second babies and I can see the group continuing for a long time. I know all groups aren’t like this, but I would recommend at least giving it a try – I know that my early experience of motherhood would have been much harder and lonlier if I had not encountered these amazing women.
Just don’t knock the dorky mums you never know there might be an intellect hiding under the manners and thoughtfulness
Wow, Christine, you really did hate playgroup. So here I am, a complete dork. I first heard it when I came to Australia at 14. There I was, apparently a DORK. I was socially isolated, not one single Australian kid befriended me. DORK DORK DORK. I still feel intimidated by 14 year olds when there’s a bunch of them. That year of isolation taught me two things. That I actually like the chatter in my head, I like my own company. And that everyone has something of value to offer. That everyone has a rich inner life. Something interesting to discover. To never dismiss. What makes you think they were judging you? Sheesh? I do the dishes, clean up, write bits for the playgroup newsletter, because I believe in being a part of the community, of contributing… that’s how I know how to do it. DORK indeed. Phew. I’m cross.
So sorry to hear playgroup wasn’t a good experience for lots of you. Playgroups are all as different as the people in them and your closest one might definitely not be the right one for you. It’s worth checking out a few before you commit OR starting up one that suits your needs best. Lots and lots of people start up some lifelong connections at playgroup. And let’s face it, parenting a little one can be a bit isolating. If anyone needs some help please call Playgroup Victoria toll free on 1800171882 weekdays 9-3.
Well said!
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I am so glad I read this…I’ve always thought there was something wrong with me for not liking play groups! Fucking playgroups hahaha