Why I love my playgroup

The baby was cranky, the 2 year old kept having melt-downs for no reason. I eventually realised that the 2 year old was soaking wet and had been to bed without her night nappy - so she'd had a bad night's sleep (the 5 year old had reported nightmares) and was tired and wet and unhappy.

I was extremely unhappy to find the bed, including pillow and doona to be soaked in wee. Cue cranky text message to the partner who had forgotten to put the nappy on. I really wasn't looking forward to a day of washing on top of dealing with feral children.

Playgroup was at 10.30am and I probably wouldn't have gone if I wasn't the only key holder going. If I didn't go, no-one could get in! So I shoved the feral kids in the car and we got there just in time.

And it was great. Despite the baby being clingy, the 2 year old and I had a great time "playing with our friends". I could bitch and moan and debrief and eat cake and drink coffee and offload the baby for cuddles and the day didn't seem so bad anymore. By the end I was laughing and by the time the partner called to apologise for the nappy incident I was happy enough to laugh it off and accept his apology.

And that's what I love about this group of women who randomly came together. They help each other and listen and give opinions but never judge. If you're having a bad day they'll go out of their way to help you, and you'll do the same for them when they need it. And they also bake great cake!