Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Dear God, A Prayer Over Our Park Visit. . .
Please let my kids behave today. Please let me behave today. Please let the line at the slide be orderly--please no pushing or biting. Please stop my oldest from giving everyone his Furrowed Brow of Death stare. Please no flinging of sand in the sandbox, please no coveting anyone else's toys (which always seem superior to ours, no matter how many I bring). Please let at least one baby swing be open so that my little guy can hang out there happily. Please let the other swings be filled with kids who have normal moms--just for today. God, please no Supermoms with their toned arms and their expensive sunglasses and the cute capris that somehow don't make them look like a stuffed sausage with sawed-off legs, which is what happens when I try to wear cute capris lately. Please no lectuires from the Armageddon Moms over the toxicity of my child's pacifier, snack, discount clothing, or stroller manufactured in China. Please let us have a perfect park visit today. In return, I promise not to hate on the pretty moms in my heart, talk about my feelings about homeschooling or SpongeBob. Hoping we can work something out, God, and thanks.