I'm neurotic in parking lots, and last night when the kids were riding their bikes around the block, I realized that I'm also neurotic about driveways. A little girl (6 yrs old) was accidentally run over by her dad (driving one of those raised pick-ups) several weeks ago in our community. I haven't been able to shake the horrible feeling I got the day I heard about it. She died at the hospital later that day. I know it's not just me that has been this affected by it. When I take Boo to school, the other mommies have death grips on their kids' hands, or they're yelling sporadically at their kids to get over here, stay right there, don't move. My kids have the "white line" rule - when they are out of the car, or waiting for their turn to get in the car, they have to wait with both feet on the painted line on the ground between cars. This doesn't do much for my neurosis right now. I wish I could shake the feeling I have. I don't know how that family is carrying on right now, but if I had been the one driving the truck....I can't even think about it.
Bub started tee ball on Tuesday. Granted, some of the boys are a year older than he is, but he was the only little man there that was clinging to his mommy or daddy. At one point he collapsed his legs and refused to walk over to the coach (which happens to be Daddy) so I had to drag him in front of all the other mommies whose boys all actually were participating nicely. And you know they're all, "What a mama's boy...gosh, lady, cut the apron strings." When it's not me, I promise! Ok, maybe a little of it is me, but I definitely want the boy to have some boy friends and play ball and not need hide behind me with his shyness. At one point he came over and told me that he was just simply too tired to play tee ball. I told him if he was too tired that we were going home that instant and he was going to bed (it was only 6:30pm). He walked over to the blanket where the baby was laying and joined her, wrapped himself up like a taco, and proceeded to suck his forefinger (the Bubby cue for "I'm getting ready to go to sleep"). AGH!
Bub started tee ball on Tuesday. Granted, some of the boys are a year older than he is, but he was the only little man there that was clinging to his mommy or daddy. At one point he collapsed his legs and refused to walk over to the coach (which happens to be Daddy) so I had to drag him in front of all the other mommies whose boys all actually were participating nicely. And you know they're all, "What a mama's boy...gosh, lady, cut the apron strings." When it's not me, I promise! Ok, maybe a little of it is me, but I definitely want the boy to have some boy friends and play ball and not need hide behind me with his shyness. At one point he came over and told me that he was just simply too tired to play tee ball. I told him if he was too tired that we were going home that instant and he was going to bed (it was only 6:30pm). He walked over to the blanket where the baby was laying and joined her, wrapped himself up like a taco, and proceeded to suck his forefinger (the Bubby cue for "I'm getting ready to go to sleep"). AGH!
posted by Beth @ 11:08 AM
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