Having watched Friends With Kids this afternoon on a wet maternity leave afternoon I found myself thinking "sh*t, parents can seem soooo self-absorbed, and so very tired and grumpy". Since it's a little late to turn back now I am vowing to be extra chilled out with child no 2. Anyway, you don't want to know about that but just to add: I have friends with and without children. When it comes to, let's say weekend social events in ED, the ones with kids will suggest kid-friendly sociable activities based sensibly around communal nap times, thus ensuring as many people as possible are happy, be it running round the park & playground, with a coffee after for grown ups and beans on toast in the cafe, say in Peckham rye park, for the kids. Great, might be some minor tantrums, bit of mess, me wincing with guilt at the bloke on the next table with his iPad and shattered peace...and so on. But knowing that what's usually best is putting the kids to bed and settling down for the evening with wine and the telly at home, disturbing nobody. However, when friends without kids suggest Sunday lunch, or similar, my heart sinks a little. I know it won't work, I know my son wants fish fingers at midday, not roast dinner at 2. I know he'll get bored, no matter how many books and toys we bring, and we won't really be able to chat properly. Some days we are really lucky and he's the picture of a well-behaved child (asleep) but I'm on tenterhooks wondering when the sh*t is about to hit the fan. But I say yes to these invites because a) it's v nice to see my friends, and b) if I say "oh that won't suit my 'darling son' aren't I going to be accused of being precious?