I pretty much loathe making plans ahead of time because it seems that the plans always change. Whether it be from a sick kid, or weather, or whatever the case may be that particular day, something seems to come up. So, most weekends we do not have a “plan.” We wing it. We are freaking wingers and I love it. All of you date-book lovers out there must be having an anxiety attack from just reading this nonsense. Just know that your “planning every single second of every single day lifestyle” gives ME an anxiety attack. We’re even.
It’s nice to be able to do whatever, whenever. The only negative aspect of being a non-planner is my unpreparedness for certain situations. I lived through a perfect example of this over the weekend. Saturday AM, we were deciding what to do. Threenager had soccer (EEK! every Saturday at 9:30 AM! I will make plan exceptions for parties and kid’s sports because I have to) and then we were FREEEEEE! Hubs and I were back and forth between a few options, and as we got in the car, decided to explore a local state park.
As soon as we parked, I knew that we made a huge mistake. All of the families were walking towards the lake/park in BATHING SUITS. They had towels. Chairs. Snacks. UGHHHHH. Prepared people! Immediately, my kiddies did not seem impressed. Did they know I was an unprepared mom?!
Me: “Guys, we will just walk around and you can put your feet in the water, ok?”
Them: “Awwwwwwwww mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”
(WORST MOM EVER.)
Yeah. This was not going to work out. We headed down to the lake and the kids started out with a little wading, splashing, and hunting for tadpoles. Then before we knew it, they were both practically under water, laughing and pretending to be tadpoles. We sat on the rocks and watched as they played in the water, fully clothed, surrounded my moms, dads and children all ready for some water action. It was sort of humorous, but sort of sad. I kept saying to hubs that I wish I would have brought stuff for them to swim and he kept reassuring me that it’s fine, and the kids were having a blast. It’s true. They were.
It was finally time to get out of the water. The kids wanted to do some hiking and walking, but that was impossible. It was truly a scene. The expanded diaper that I peeled off of the Threenager’s butt was literally 10 pounds, with a prize of some nice little turds. I guess she felt comfy pooping in the beautiful lake. I also had to take off her shorts because walking was so uncomfortable. So, we took the walk of shame (about a 5 minute walk) back to our car. The little one had on a t shirt and sneakers. No pants. No diaper. Just baby pee pee and butt (with her cute sneakers) for all to see. Oh yes, people were staring. One little boy pointed and his dad looked at us with disgust. DJ looked ridiculous in his navy cargo shorts and USA t shirt. SOAKED. No towels. The look on his face was not quite embarrassment, but close. Just the four of us, walking back to the car, PRAYING that I had some random kids clothes laying around. It was a shit show, but makes for a funny story.
Did I learn my lesson? Absolutely not. I do know, however, that when we go to this particular park in the near future I will most certainly pack bathing suits and towels because I can not live through that experience ever again.
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