Mommy tip #1- Don't ever join a playgroup; they suck

I recently saw someone who looked familiar.

“I know you don’t I?” she said eyeing me carefully. When we made eye contact I knew that she had been in a playgroup with me.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said breaking into a cold sweat praying for the store clerk to hurry up with my purchase.

“Yes, you have 2 little boys…..” she trailed off.

Caught, I had to engage and pretend that I just remembered who she was. I escaped after some quick small talk. As I left the store, I reflected back on those early years when I was stuck home with my first baby, wandering the world aimlessly in search of any activity that would kill time. There was a community place we would go for two hours every Wednesday, where kids could play and moms sat on couches, glassy-eyed, chatting about potty-training, making homemade baby-food, nursing, and other riveting topics. One day a mom I had made small talk with in the past, approached me and said “I told my playgroup about you and they said I could invite you to join us!”.

She was so excited to tell me this great news, and I was so caught off guard, that I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I would rather gouge out my eyeballs with sharp objects than join her playgroup.

“Um, ok….when is it?” I asked.

So of course I got sucked into this playgroup after being home for about a month with my one-year old. This was essentially my first taste of the world of stay-at-home “Mommy-hood”, and to say it was a shock is putting it mildly.
First off, there were 5 of us in the group, and I was the only one who had not emptied out my dining room and transformed it into a playroom.

“Oh, but where’s your table and chairs.” I asked staring at the heaps of toys, baby swings and train tables.

“Everything is in storage,” they would say with their soft robotic voices.
“Your china and silver?”
“We don’t need it anymore,” they would say smiling lovingly at their two-year olds.


Was I the only one who someday dreamt of eating a meal with
another adult off of something other than a Wiggles paper plate while actually sitting down on a chair??? As I went from house to house and saw the same set-up I started to wonder if I was naive or maybe selfish.
It became increasingly more and more clear to me that I was not like these women. Myself and one of the other girls was pregnant and two others had just had their second. Being home with a one-year old all day was exhausting and extremely difficult while pregnant, and I seemed to be the only one to complain or be tired.  They all were always smiling and seemed to love very minute of being home with small children.

One time they were all talking about when the older kids turned 3 and went to preschool, how we would deal with the trauma of leaving them at school.

“Honestly, I’m going to drop him off, peel out of the parking lot and chain smoke cigarettes all the way home,” I joked.

Crickets chirped.

A tumbleweed rolled by.

4 Stepford wives stared at me in horror.

It got to the point where I dreaded going. I began to feel more and more guilt for not basking in the joy of motherhood and wondered every week if maybe i was just a miserable horrible person. My son didn’t really care about playing with any of the kids and I basically went to kill 2 hours, but hated every minute of it. I couldn’t just quit though. What would be my reason?
“You guys are all just a little too happy, and seem to love your children a little too much…..I quit.”
My plan was to claim I was too overwhelmed when I had my second
baby in the summer and quit the group. June couldn’t come fast

The “playgroup leader” came to visit when I had the baby. (I’m not making up that title in case you all are thinking that sounds a little crazy, this is what I was dealing with.)

“So, it’s really crazy having two babies 18 months apart, and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to playgroup anymore….You make it look so easy,” I said.
“Oh well, I’ve been taking drugs for postpartum for three years, so nothing upsets me,” she said with her smile that I could now see was a little dopey.
Nervously, I changed topics, ” Well, Lena makes it seem like a
breeze too with her two boys,” I said focusing on another playgroup member.
“She is heavily medicated,” she answered matter-of-factly.
“Okay…..what about Jill and Kelly?” I asked incredulously.
“I’m pretty sure they are still taking something to take the edge off too,” she said as though we were talking about eating m&m’s.
So here I was for 9 months feeling bad about myself and hating this playgroup and these bitches were in drug-induced fogs the whole
I could not believe it. I quit the playgroup and now whenever I see a mom that seems just a little too happy, I think to myself, it must be the Zoloft.

22 thoughts on “Mommy tip #1- Don't ever join a playgroup; they suck

  1. I am returning the visit and I think I just peed myself laughing. THANK YOU! My first playdate group was almost identical … right down to the missing furniture! One mom cut off a wonky long section of her hair and gave it to her daughter (wrapped in a rubber band) so she had something “to make her feel better when I can’t hold her.”

  2. I actually liked going to a playgroup, even if yes there was furniture missing where it shouldn’t be. Adult contact, even adults with whom I had nothing in common. Nowadays, we all have hs kids and they still are talking incessantly about their children. I do not! But I have made other, more interesting friends.

  3. I love it! I can’t tell you how many times I felt this way early on in my mother career. These are the same women who run the PTA, by the way…okay, maybe I’m being a bit harsh. I take that back. Kind of.

    I have so many stories about the playgroups and community playgroups we attended in Boston when my first two were babies. It was insanity. I finally realized that those bitches were CUH-razy and kicked the playgroup set. Best choice ever.

  4. HA! This was great!!! I was thinking as I read that those women must be robots or something…but no, they were all just heavily-medicated. That’s why you can never trust these “everything’s perfect!” types. Most likely everything is NOT perfect and they’re all just pretending.

    Great post! Thanks for sharing with The Lightning and the Lightning Bug!

  5. Glad I managed to dodge that one! I didn’t even know any mothers who were at home when my child was small. And I just don’t really have a good place to store my dining room!

  6. This is friggin great…girl you are not alone I live in an area were trying to get some kind of laugh from others mothers in almost impossible not a one has a sense of humor and I quit my play group 3 weeks after I joined I could not handle the pearl wearing Stepford mommies and had to get out of there. I like to joke and have a good time sometimes people take this baby shit so seriously. Loosen up

  7. Thank you, thank you! My daughter is 8 now, but when she was an infant/toddler we had to hang out with my husband’s coworkers’ new families. One of the moms was a freakin’ gold medal “mommy olympics” winner (or at least to hear her tell it). I felt so terrible for our poor children who had to demonstrate EVERY skill or cute little whatever for the whole group so that we could all see which mommy was the best. **gag** i was more of the “peel out of the parking lot chain smoking Parliment Lights” kind of mom… and still am (luckily I’ve got some awesome girlfriends who feel the same way). And guess what? My kid is a straight A student… just sayin’

    I found you on yeahwrite… I’ll be subscribing now :) Keep up the good work!!!

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