I have a confession to make. I absolutely hate going to the park with my kids. Before I started this blog, I might have been hesitant to openly admit such a thing.
Other parents seem to genuinely love the park. As soon as the spring arrives and the weather warms up, I constantly see “off to the park with the kids on this gorgeous day!” pop up all over my Facebook news feed from other moms. Friends and family tell me that they spent the entire day at the park and loved every second of it. People really seem to adore that place.
Now don’t get me wrong; that’s totally cool. If you actually enjoy the park, then that’s awesome for you. I really wish I had whatever genetic indentation I would need in my DNA to enable my experience at the park to be enjoyable, but more power to you for having it. Seriously.
Unfortunately, to me, there is literally NOTHING enjoyable about taking the kids to the park. To me the park is like hell, if hell consisted of rowdy children, bored-looking parents, bacteria-ridden play equipment, rubber flooring, and randomly scattered foliage.
As I mentioned, before I had this blog I wouldn’t have been so eager to share my harsh feelings on this subject. I would have been scared to come off looking like a crappy mom or a big jerk. But I’m learning more and more, with every blog I write, that I’m rarely alone in my parenting thoughts. And hating the park is likely to be no exception. In fact, I’m willing to bet that the majority of you are already nodding your heads in agreement. Maybe even some of you “off to the park” Facebookers will secretly be with me on this.
I mean, can’t we all just finally admit it, once and for all? The park sucks.
Below you’ll find a collection of thoughts I’ve had while at the park with the kids. You will most likely find them shockingly similar to your own thoughts. If so, I would love to know. And if not, go post that shit on Facebook or something. No one needs that kind of positivity around here.
Just kidding! Maybe.
What Most of Us are REALLY Thinking at the Park:
Oh look, our kids are playing. Awkward silence, awkward silence, more awkward silence…. Ugh I can’t put off the obligatory small talk any longer. “So how old is she?…Oh, she’s adorable…..My daughter is two….Aw thank you… Yes they do sure grow up fast….” Gag. Soon I’m going to start pretending I don’t speak English.
Of all the kids in the park, of course my kid decides to play with the hacky, rashy, booger-covered one who is definitely carrying some mutant strain of coxsackie and chicken pox, heretofore known as poxackie. I might as well round up the pediatrician and the pharmacy now and be ready for it.
How old do your kids need to be in order to become the highly unaware sitting-on-a-bench-checking-her-phone-while-the-kids-play-by-themselves mom?
Clearly there is no minimum age, since I’m pretty sure that baby poxackie over there belongs to her– and he needs a babywipe or ten to the face ASAP.
Pleeeease, baby, don’t pick that play structure to climb. Look! There’s a little one over there that’s just the right size for you! Ok, I guess the tallest one it is. I just love being that psycho mom who literally climbs inside the jungle gym with her kid to keep him from plunging to his death. And now you want to climb up that ginormous slide? By yourself? Oh, silly me. Of course not by yourself. Mommy’s here! Climbing the ladder right behind you! So let’s get this shit over with.
If I have to climb up this damn slide one more time, I’m going to strangle myself with a swing chain.
Swings! That’s a great idea! Standing in place definitely beats chasing these kids all over the park.
20 minutes of “standing in place” later: “Push higher, mommy! Higher! Really high!!!” Oh, how I wish I were.
Time check: 2:30p.m.. Seriously?? We’ve only been here for 45 minutes?? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? I swear it feels like three hours. So time stands still at the park, but naptime is over before I can finish my coffee. Of course.
Poxsackie’s mom has some really cute sunglasses on. I wonder if they’re cheap and just look expensive, or really expensive but look like they could potentially be cheap. Either way, I wonder where she got them. Oh shit, where are my kids??
When the heck did they turn on the sprinklers?? Uh-oh. There are some big kids in there playing a bit too roughly. Do I go grab my kid and get soaked, or stay dry and just leave her alone? Eh, she’ll be fine. How bad could they be?
Not my best decision. Where’s that band-aid I had in my bag for the last year and a half? When did I lose it? Why do I never have a band-aid on me when I actually need it?? Well, on the bright side, she’ll probably be too upset about her boo-boo to want to stay here any longer.
Wrong. Do I not know my own kids?
Is that sunburn? Crap! I forgot to put sunblock on these kids! I mean, it’s not like I’m at the beach or anything. I knew I should have brought my big diaper bag. There’s definitely some sunblock in there. And band-aids. And probably some bribery candy for when it’s time to leave, too. But who the hell wants to lug a giant bag around the park? You can’t climb up a slide wearing a giant diaper bag. And how on earth does that mom who always just wears the little Louis Vitton shoulder pouch always have everything she needs? Are those things like tiny bag-shaped clown cars?
I will literally pay you in lollipops not to go anywhere near that sandbox.
It’s so freaking hot today. Where’s the damn shade, anyway? Would it kill them to plant a few more trees around here??
“Mommy I have to pee!” Come again? You have to PEE? Here? At the park? The PUBLIC park?? In that nasty filthy bathroom over there??? Are you sure you can’t just hold it?? At least try for me? No??? Fine. But forget the poxsackie. You’re about to get a toilet bowl STD.
Ok, I think I’ve had enough. “Kids! Time to go! Yes I know you want to stay but it’s time to go. Mommy is two monkey bars away from a nervous breakdown right now. No, NOT one more time on the slide…. Not the swing either! LET’S GO! Oh don’t you dare start crying. Shut those waterworks down, missy. Now where did your brother go? What?? THE ICE CREAM MAN IS HERE??”