Our last few trips to the park have been chock full of stupid to say the least. First, there’s a handicapped swing at the park and that’s the one swing that every kid wants to use. Whatever, it’s not like there’s a line of wheelchair bound children waiting their turn or anything. So a couple of weeks ago some kid gets in the handi-swing and starts yelling at Aaron and I (who were less than 3 feet away) to push him. Um, seriously?! Is that how you ask for something? And where is your mom!? Why isn’t she over here teaching you some manners? I just told the kid we were too busy.
As if that weren’t bad enough, cell phone moms are my new enemy. Why bother taking your kid to the park if you aren’t going to pay any attention to them? Since when is playground the new babysitter? It’s not my job to maintain your child on the playground. Then there was this (teenage) mom and her mom sitting in the middle of the play area smoking. I didn’t notice until I decided to leave the young kiddie area to go swing on the big swings with Elise. Really? Who lights up in the middle of a playground?! The more I leave the house, the more I feel like I’m being punk’d by the world. Is this some sort of joke? Get off your cell phone and pay attention to your kid and put that Virginia Slim down!!
bwahahaha! “The more I leave the house, the more I feel like I’m being punk’d by the world.” I have that feeling alllll the time.