The News from Here

I wrote a somewhat self-congratulatory post about how we finally moved The Boy to a big boy bed and how easy it all was, and how he was loving it, and how I was loving the sleeping big boyness of him, but before I had the chance to hit publish, I heard The Boy crying and went in to find him lying on the rug in his room.  Judging from the imprint of the rug on his cheek, it was clear he'd been there for some time. Maybe it's not going as well as I had hoped.  Huh.

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My last few experiences at the playground have been pretty nightmarish with The Boy and The Girl running (or crawling) in opposite directions faster than I can track.  As soon as I turn my attention to one, the other topples over or runs headlong into some playground equipment or eats copious quantities of sand.  I feel that I am wearing a sign on my back that says "Least Competent Parent Ever."

Today, when everyone was bruised and crying, I decided I'd had enough and packed up to flee.  Even though I know I shouldn't care, I felt the disapproving eyes of the parents and nannies on me.  The Boy loudly announced that some ice cream would make him feel better, and not content to be just the parent who inadequately supervises her children,  I agreed and became the parent who also feeds her kids crap. 

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There is a lot of terrible yet typical NYC public school stuff going on with pre-k admissions for Fall 2008, and even though we're not applying for The Boy until Fall 2009, it's freaking me out.  I think I screwed up by not getting him into a real pre-school (instead of the kinder, gentler play-school he goes to now).

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And speaking of play-school, it ends for the summer in 3 weeks.  Oh God. 

Comments

[midlife mommy]

I'll bet those people were really thinking, "thank goodness it's her today and not me," all the while remembering when it happened to them. I know when I see that happening to someone else, I am not thinking judgmental thoughts -- it's more along the lines of "there but for the grace of God go I today." (smile)

Hope you have a better day today.

[snickollet]

Ice cream is dairy, my friend, and dairy is one of the food groups. End of story.

The whole preschool/kindergarten thing makes me hate the world. It just drives me batty. These kids are four and five, people! I'm so sorry you have to deal with/fret about that.

Here's to less playground drama on the next visit.

[Bobbi]

I currently have the smae problem at the playground with an almost-3-year od and a 15 month old who always need to be miles apart from each other. Add in that the 15 month old is NOT walking well yet and eats EVERYTHING, it gets tricky...

If I were on the playground with you, I'd be admiring how well you were handling the challenges before you. And ice cream makes everything better. Even for moms. Especially for moms.

[Kate]

Last summer at the playground was officially not easy for me. I feel your pain.

This year I have fantasies about drinking iced coffee while they play peacefully in the sand for hours on end (past eating it--thank goodness!). I'll let you know how it goes :-)

Are you around in August? We are frighteningly wide open, planwise--we should get together.