I guess I always imagined a “playdate” as an awkward few hours of the moms sitting around chatting about surface-ey topics while the children ran around like the crazy, small humans that they are. How I have avoided the dreaded play date for six and a half years as a mom… I have no idea. But, alas, I have succumbed to scheduling one… and I have already come up with about seven different ways to cancel as the time gets closer. Anxiety heightens and insecurities soar as I mentally prepare a list of “acceptable” topic subjects. I’m more of a dive-right-in-and-if-they-don’t-like-me-oh-well type of person. I’ve never had a large group…