Friday, November 2, 2007
I'm trying really hard to write a witty story about my daughter's recent playground accident. However, the fact that we have kept a 20 month old and a three year old, who usually go to bed at 7:30, out until at least 9 p.m. every night for the past three nights, has left me with two very tired children who have participated in a tag team marathon temper tantrum for a large portion of the last 48 hours. The incessant screaming and attempted negotiating has left me completely exhausted and unable to form a coherent thought, so I will keep this simple. I met some other moms at he playground the other day. The girls were let loose and I proceeded to chat it up with other moms (I was one of only two moms there with two mobile children...I realized I couldn't really keep constant track of both at all times, so I gave up completely.) I let me children play coatless when the other children had winter coats, or at least fleece, keeping them warm. They didn't want their coats..who am I to question them? Helen nearly made it to the neighborhood behind the park before I realized she was running away. And finally, poor Ruthie, unsupervised by her chatty mother, attempted a piece of climbing equipment which, had I been watching, I would have know she could not maneuver without assistance. She fell...head first...from about four feet up...into the gravel. I had to pick a lot of stones out of her poor little forehead.