I love the park. In fact, our house (in a town of nearly 21,000 people in about 4 1/2 square miles) backs right up to one of the largest parks in town. It’s got a wonderful age-appropriate playground no more than 100 yards from our back deck. And, we bought this house (in a land of postage stamp yards) in large part because of that park. But, you know what’s driving me nuts?
The swings.
Because we head to the park all geared up for the guys to run around and play and exercise and slide and romp and chase and tag and work out all that little boy energy. And we get there and you know what they want to do? Swing. And swing. And swing some more.
And you know who’s getting all the exercise when they swing? Me.
WTF?
So, lately I’ve resorted to actually telling them that I’ll take them to the park on the one condition that there will absolutely be no swinging.
I am such an awesome Mom. No?
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
yeah, what’s up with that? I totally remember being a kid at the park and my mom SITTING on a park bench the whole time reading a book or playing solitaire. How come we’re the ones doing all the work now? Evolution sucks!
[…] 12, 2010 by serialswooper A month or so ago, I posted a blog about how I can’t stand the swings at the playground. Because my kids just want to plop down on those suckers and be pushed, which […]