It was supposed to be warm in the city this weekend. Now, maybe I just don't have enough meat on my bones...but it felt pretty darn cold to me. Today I took the kiddos to the park. It's one of my favorite playgrounds to take the kiddos to for a couple reasons.
One, it is completely enclosed with only one entrance. Cool, that means as long as I guard the door...I'm good.
Two, it has that rubbery floor. They didn't have the rubbery floor when I was a kiddo. I like it since, The Little Man and Miss Peach insist on putting their shoes on themselves. (this means my kiddos always have their shoes on the wrong feet) Translation...my kiddos trip...a lot. The rubber floor is way more forgiving than pavement.
That said...I hate that I feel like a crazy woman. I swear to you...I am in a constant state of yelling "No...garbage...put that down!" Gah...why don't people pick up their sh*t?!? I hate that! I picked up a nasty slushy drink from La Bamba that some schlep threw in the park. I picked up the hot sauce container they left as well. I picked up the bag that the burrito came in, along with the used napkins. Then I chased down The Little Man before he picked up the empty beer can that someone had tossed over the fence, which was of course surrounded by cigarette butts...Just pick up your sh*t people!
I do realize that it was St Pat's Weekend in The Big City, and the drunks were out in full force. Did they have to throw the half consumed extra large chocolate shake over the fence and onto my patio? Like I don't spend every waking moment picking up everyone else's crap. Why wouldn't I clean up after random drunk strangers as well? Really...thank you:P
On a completely unrelated note...opinion time. I haven't had a haircut in a million years. So, my hair is insanely long right now. I'm thinking about having my stylist cut it into a "v" in the back. Is that cool, dated, young? I just don't know...thoughts?