Went to the park and splash pad to meet some friends. While we were supposed to arrive at ten, we piled out of the car much, much closer to eleven o’ clock. My son – who had gone to bed early the night before and attempted to wake me up at six o’ freakin clock after I had been out gabbin with the girls till ten thirty and didn’t hit my pillow till midnight only to wake up at two am for a trip to the potty and then struggle for the next half hour or so to get back to sleep (inhale) – decided that he would let everyone know the reason we were late was because mommy slept too long. Nice.
Where was I going with that title? Ah yes… Now, being that I am bearing a baby belly, I tend to just sit at the park these days… I know, what kinda fun is that? Kidos ask me to push them on the swing and I divert their attention to the slide. It’s just that waddling after them through the wood-chips in my flimsy flops while getting unnecessarily hot, sticky, and exhausted is not my idea of a good time. So, I prefer to sit on the sidelines and let the kids run around like total hooligans. My mommy pals and I do our best carry on a conversation in between trips to the potty, kissing boo-boo’s and administering an occasional time out. All the while, keeping tabs on who’s where; Brice is on the slide, Trent is by the swing, Nevan is climbing up the slide, Brice goes down, so does Nevan, Trent is on the bouncy horse thingy, Nevan is at the top of the other slide (the one with the tunnel), where is Brice (pause)… there he is swinging from the monkey bars, Nevan should be out of the slide by now… looking, looking… standing up now… still don’t see him, “he’s over there” one of the other mom’s point out. How’d he get all the way over to the splash pad? Bummer, now his shirt is wet. OK, there’s one, there’s number two… and there’s three. Oh my gosh, my head is spinning, am I really about to add number four! The park is totally worth it though, cause two hours at the park means two hours of solid naps. Peace. and. quiet. Plus, it really was a good day…
I remembered the sunscreen.
They didn’t take toys or food or sippy cups off of anyone else’s picnic table.
Everyone ate their lunch, in a timely manner, and without my having to say sit down 20-billion times.
Nevan did not make a dirty diaper this week.
We didn’t loose a single shoe.
There was no blood.
And no one threw a fit when it was time to leave.