I insisted the girls have quiet time while I finish priming Ben's room. All of the sudden, about a half hour into nap, I realize Jax is at the door. Hilly is asleep. She said to me, "I tried to put the dee-dee in Hilly's mouth." Um... NOT what you want to hear. LET HILLY SLEEP!!! So I tell her quiet time isn't over, go back to her bed (she usually naps in Ben's room, but can't because I am painting it). So she goes back to her bed and starts calling for me in a loud voice, "Mommy!!!!!!" Dude, it was totally to wake up Hilly. She was bored. Last nerve, man. Hilly woke up, of course, but I made them stay in there for another half hour until I finished Ben's room. I heard them laughing and playing and it was really cute- would've been cuter if Jackie hadn't woken up Hills.
It was so nice out, I texted my friend Lisa and we met up at the park. Evidently we weren't the only ones with that idea because the park was CROWDED. With kids that were like 5-9 and rowdy. Probably an after school crowd. We stayed, which I now regret. The girls played happily on the small jungle gym thing, intended for ages 2-4ish. Until a boy who decided that using the equipment properly (big pet peeve for my old lady, stick-in-the mud self with 2 young children) fell and landed on Hilly. I told him to be careful-he is on little kid equipment. Zing! Well then Jax wanted to go on the big kid stuff. So Hilly had to go over there. I wouldn't let Hilly have the run of that equipment because it isn't fair to the big kids and she was pissed and throwing a tantrum, so for a few minutes I couldn't keep that close of an eye on Jax. And then some older girl knocked Jax off the monkey bars. Homegirl is lucky I don't know her identity. I am 8 months pregnant with some mean indigestion- not above scolding a random child, sadly. Of course Jackie is bawling as other mothers bring her to me and I feel like a terrible mom for letting her out of my sight for a second- which I seriously never do at the playground. The whole time her and Will were running I was thinking, "I don't like this. I can't see her." 3 minutes later- 3 minutes- she is in tears. UGH. And I know Jackie hasn't napped and is therefore super tired, so she is crying overly hard. You know how some kids are described as "solid"? ("He's not necessarily big, but he is solid." "Wow. She is solid. She is heavier than she looks.") Jackie is NOT solid. Not at all. Like sometimes I am standing close to her and turn too fast and the wind from my body knocks her over. She is really light, so she falls a lot. I don't like to let her out of my sight. Anyway, I put 2 screaming kids in a wagon (Hilly was screaming because I wouldn't let her on monkey bars or something equally as dangerous) and headed home. Next time I see the park is that crowded, I am going to turn our trip to the park into a long, peaceful walk. I recognize this might be common sense, but it wasn't to me. Lesson learned.
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