So I took my kiddos to the park Sunday. They love the park. The only problem is we have to drive to get there. We live in West Virginia (moved here about 18 months ago) which is a huge change from Colorado. Colorado was great in that, 1- it had sidewalks, and they don't here, at all and 2- there was always a decent park within walking distance, the one here is well... I personally think it should be condemed, it is not safe at all. So we drive to a nice park, which is a 20 minute drive one way.
So we went to the park and they LOVED it. I tried to play with the kiddos but certain things I couldn't do. I don't fit down the slides for example and I don't sit on the swings for fear of breaking them. Well, my 2 yr old daughter, who draws attention and loves it, made friends with a teen girl there who took her down the slide. She fell in love with this girl, following her around and calling her, "Mom." She no longer wanted to play with me. It broke my heart. You would think it super charged my weight loss motivation...but it didn't.
Well, my mothering ego already is deflated my SIL informs us her daughter who is slightly younger than mine is nearing complete toliet training...mine is so not. She's getting there. She hates being wet, she's into taking off her own dirty diapers and she'll sit on the potty...just not at the right moment. It wouldn't bother me so much but this SIL is a real piece of work. She smoked, drank and drugged, admittedly (she said it was better than her feeling stressed out), through both her pregnancies. She told me that if the dr. put her on bedrest, even if the baby would die, she wouldn't do it because SHE doesn't like being told what to do. I was on bedrest both pregnancies all pregnancy long because my first baby did die. I didn't smoke, drink, or eat anything on the list of things not okay for pregnancy (caffine, fish, radishes, you name it, if it was on a "bad" list it didn't come near me). I had weekly injections. She boasted about her babies weighing under 4 lbs and 5 lbs. She still smokes/drugs with them in the house. Now I'm not mother of the year (in fact I generally find myself wishing I'd done better at this or that) and yet SHE, somehow, SHE gets the easy kids? No autism, no speech delays, no behavior problems... not even a potty training hang up?
Ok...sorry to lay out all the personal stuff out here. But I think if I don't start laying it out somewhere I'll self-destruct by overeatting and just go more and more into a funk.
Thanks for listening.