We don't go to many adult social activities anymore because it's just too hard with the kids. Even when we do go, all our energy is focused on keeping the kids happy and out of trouble, so we don't get much of a chance to actually socialize.
We used to be very active in our local Returned Peace Corps Volunteers (RPCV) group, but after having Alice, and especially after having Simon, our involvement has plummeted. However, every year the group has a Peace Corps Friends and Family Picnic at a local park, so we thought that would be something we could do with the kids.
So we went, and it really wasn't much different from anything else. We got there a bit late (because we had to wait until after Simon's nap, and even then we woke him up early), and everyone was already sitting down eating. So we got a little bit of food (Alice wanted a cupcake and broccoli) and found a place to sit, but only talked a bit because everyone was already in the middle of their conversations.

The other thing that made me realize how pointless it was to attend was that even when talking to the parents of a volunteer currently in Namibia and a person assigned to go to Namibia, I just didn't care. We got back from Namibia ten years ago, and that part of my life now seems so distant that I couldn't really think of much to say. I tried to care, I tried to make conversation, but it wasn't like it used to be when all of that seemed a much more recent and significant part of our life. The Peace Corps slogan of "The Toughest Job You'll Ever Love" seems to apply more to parenting now than working in a developing country.
After eating her cupcake and brocoli, Alice ran off to play at the nearby playground, so I went there to keep an eye on her. A bit later they started a thing where people stand up and tell stories, and since the kids can't be quiet, Zac and Simon also came to the playground.
Then Zac got stung twice by a wasp while helping Simon go down the slide. He's allergic, but for some reason thought it would be fine to walk around for a while, so we went down to look at the boats on the lake. Zac became increasingly miserable, so then we just went home.
Zac was soon covered in hives and utterly miserable, so he spent the next six hours in bed while I finished up the laundry, got the kids a snack, cooked supper, fed the kids supper, and got them their bedtimes snacks and baths.
It was a rough day.