We were knee-deep in a playdate. Our toddlers were launching Cheerios like tiny, carb-loaded missiles across the living room. Between rescuing a stuffed bunny from a juice-box puddle and refereeing a tug-of-war over a plastic firetruck, she looks me dead in the eye and says:
But here’s the thing about mommy-friend matchmaking: it’s not your college roommate setting you up with “a really nice guy from her Econ class.” A Mommy Friend Invites Me to Use a Matching App...
So here’s to mommy friends who double as wingwomen. May their judgment be sound, their recommendations be solid, and their playdates be long enough for us to finish a hot cup of coffee. We were knee-deep in a playdate
She sold it with three words: “He has kids.” May their judgment be sound, their recommendations be
“You need to get on this app.”
So now I’m on it. Swiping between nap time and making mac and cheese. My bio now says “Mom of one tiny dictator. Looking for someone who won’t be scared off by a diaper bag that weighs 40 lbs.”