So I am having this great time at the park. I am even in the company of this super cool mom whos really cute and easy going, talkative and down to earth and just good vibes, you know? Our kids are playing and it was nice. Theres all his cool music in the background and I am trying to pick my brain and figure out why, is there gonna be a football game? A carnival? a parade- whats up? So all of a sudden about twenty minutes into it, a marching band of kids comes along. Me and the mama and all our kids walk to the edge of the park and stand there in awe. What a nice treat when you have toddlers and a eight month old. So they stop, put their instruments in the grass and start running towards the playground equipment. This park is a neighborhood park with a baseball diamond and equipment that really only applies to the six and under crowd. Maybe eight if no ones looking. well, all of a sudden I am engulfed by kids with boobs and taller than me, who look like they are ten in the face, I don't know exactly how old cus twenty year old look like they're 12 to me, but all of 'em gotta weigh at least 100 pounds, eighth graders at minimum. But the point is, they are acting CRAZY. kicking the sand out of the sandbox, running up the slides, running everywhere, just being stupid. Forty of em. And I am wincing and scrambeling to get my three year old who is excited by all the craziness and hops on the broken merry go round thats chained to a tree hoping she can get in on the action. I gather her up as well as the two year old, twenty pound Miho is in my arms and start heading for the hills. Screw all this. As I am leaving the park, I have to pass by all the band people, whoever they are. The band leader bitch and some dorky dumpy women who are just yacking it up while fourteen year old boys kick sand feet away from small children. I tell them " Uhm one of you needs to go over there and get this kids under control. There are two year olds who could get knocked..." The head of the band who has a WHISTLE around her neck interupts me by snapping at the three year old who sees the shiny brass intruments and starts heading for them, "NO! DON"T TOUCH THAT!" She snaps in a mean, careless voice that is reserved for me when shes been told a few times, I was so offended. I just say " Its okay for those 100 pound fourteen year old kids to maybe knock down one of my kids, but don't touch the instrument." the parents are looking at me like i have a screw lose. As I walk the block home, my two year old is insisting that I pretty much have to force her to walk by holding her wrist and walking briskly, the whole time screaming and crying and freaking out because she didn't want to leave in the first place. Three year old is crying because she doesn't get it either. And of course I have to pee like a race horse. I finaly get to my block and have enough of Kimbers bs, so I let go of her wrist,to begin the game of where she sits on the cement refusing to move and I keep walking. Every yard or so she gets up set and chases after me and then sits down. I KNOW her and if I try doing anything other than moving forward, she will just stay budged and maybe tell me I am stupid or to go away. So after the past few months of this, I am an expert at getting her in the house without having to carry her, remember I am already carrying a baby. So shes about five houses away and watching my for signs that I am going to give in and she can be the center of attention and I will be under her contol and plead with her to be a good girl and come home all while she pretty much tells me to bugger off. I slow my walking, but she thinks I am going to just keep going. Well thats when one of the upwardly mobile skinny yuppy bitches who I don't think has kids, comes out and I can hear her ask something about her mommy. And Kim's ignoring her because she is getting reday to run her ass after me, I am at the edge of our lawn. Well, skinny yuppy bitch is standing there with her hands on her hips glaring at me like i am the worst mother in the world. The neighbor next door to her that got pissed at my kid for picking her flowers last year and knocked on the window and pointed comes out, sees what all the fuss is and goes back in the house. The yuppy in her little twin sweater set and perfect haircut- get this- has to make a statement by standing there the rest of the time watching to what? make sure I let Kim in the house with me or something? Sometimes I just really hate people. I do.