Good Enough

The sun is out again in Seattle. Amazing and beautiful and perfect for picnicking in the park. I needed my dose of Vitamin D, as well as the fact that every-time it is sunny Buster expects a park trip. In our little town the bus driver will actually drive by the park, and if she sees you, she’ll let your child of there. I love the personal treatment, I have to say. So today the park was PACKED because everyone and their mother (of course) heads to the one park in town when it’s sunny. I’m so hard core that I outlasted them all! What is it with me and my little battles that no one knows I’m fighting but myself. But really, what were we going to do at home? If you’ve read this blog enough you know it wouldn’t be chores!

Really though, one by one everyone left, and what used to be a packed playground became an empty playground. My kids became bored playing with eachother and eventually I decided it was time for us to go.

After a battle to get everyone to the car, threats of non-violent punishments, and much yelling, we did make it. But as I was buckling Bubba into his car seat Buster began yelling that there was a spider on my shirt…Not one to over react I finished buckling and in the mean time Buster was asking if I felt any itchiness in my shirt because the spider had just crawled down it. This freaked me out a little. I had many different layers in my shirt that the spider could have gone, I couldn’t seem to find it. Buster suggested that I take my clothes off. Not really an option.

You know that feeling when you have a bug on you, that itchy feeling, every little prick of the skin and you think it’s there? That was me driving home. I admit to almost hitting a mailbox as I swerved over to the side of the road trying to find that spider. I’m wondering what passer-by’s were thinking as I groped myself.

I never did find it.

So even now as I’m typing, my skin is itching, but I’m wondering…did Buster make it all up to get back at me for all those threats on the way back to the car?? And if so, since when did my child become so crafty?