The Crying Boy...and Mom!

At the playground:

"Who's kid is that?"
Me: "That crying kid over there?" "Oh, he's mine."

No, this conversation did not happen, but it could have.

We get to the playground today and Jase starts crying. Why? Because some girl took a shovel away from him. "Jase get over it, find something else to play with." He eventually gets over it after a few threats that we're going home if he doesn't stop crying. Jase plays some more, I chase Cole around and try to keep him out of the street, but like a dog, Cole would rather play in the street. I decide the playground is for the birds, my nerves can't take all the craziness, and I round up my children. Yep, you've got it...more tears! Cry, Cry, Cry. I could not get inside fast enough. I swore we would never go to the playground again...more tears!

I never want to go to the playground again, never! But I know that I'll be there many, many more times in the future. So, I've promised myself I will only go back as long as I know I have a nice, cold, relaxing beverage waiting for me when I return! Hey, with a promise like that, I could end up loving our trips to the playground...HA!