Last week we had the good fortune of two playdates two days in a row at our friends' houses. The babies played, and the 4 year olds played, the mommies talked and fixed lunches and refereed fights and kissed booboos.
One friend's son told me to just leave the baby's crumbs on the floor, because "Mommy just leaves everything there anyway. She'll vacuum it someday. That's what she says."
My friend was so embarrassed. But to be honest, I have to say some days that sounds like me!
The next day I arrived to pick up my daughter at her schoolmate's house. Her mommy, my friend, was upset. It seems during the time she was watching my little one during my doctor appointment, she had learned that her husband had lost his job. Her world was upside down, having just moved into a new house, with two kids, and now no income.
She apologized to me for how messy her house was. But my response to her was the same to any other, "Sweetie, I'm not friends with you because I care what your house looks like."
There is no judgement in friendship.
For where there is judgement, there is no friendship.