Mother of the year...Not

It is official, I will never be Mother of the Year.

I decided to take the kids on a nice walk to the park. I figured we are walking so I decide to leave everything at home except the kids cups (duh moment number one). Which were completely empty by the time we reached home.

The second we headed in that direction big mouth (I mean Zack) was yelling to anyone and everyone within ear shot that we were going to the park. Ugh does the world have to know where I am going and when I will be back? Apparently so.

We get to the end of the sidewalk, there is a lot of construction going on there so I grab the kids hands to cross the street, not cool with my darling 3 year old. He starts pitching a fit. I remind him that if he isn't good we are turning around and going home.

We get over to the park and there are several girls softball games taking place. The playground in right smack dab in the middle of 2 of the ball fields. I think nothing of it (duh moment number two)...until someone hit a foul ball that popped up and landed 2 feet from the playground, just missing the spot the kids are playing.

Even though the kids nearly were hit with a ball do you think either of them would leave. Heck no they were not going to let a measly little ball ruin their fun.

A short time later an older child who lives in my neighborhood comes over and starts playing with the kids. They are having a good time. Until this boy leaves. Zack is at that moment climbing the chain ladder. He is a half a second away from being to the top. He decides to look around to find this boy and looses his grip.

Down he goes with a thud!

He landed face first. Ouch.

It took him a second to realize what happened and then the water works started. I am trying very hard to access the damages. His poor little face has a bunch of scraps and scratches, a little blood around the hairline. First thought that came to my mind...
You idiot why did you decide to leave the first aid kit at home (duh moment number three).

We walked all the way home, there was no peroxide to be found in the house (duh moment number four). Good old soap and water will do the job.
I get him cleaned up. Okay not that bad just some scraps. The thought that popped into my mind...
Good thing I did not schedule an appointment to get his pictures taken.

When I told Kris what happened he asked me why I did not just take Zack into the bathrooms there to clean him up (duh moment number five). I did not even think about that.

By the way, not a single person there watching, playing or coaching the ball games ever bothered to come over to see if he was okay or see if they could help. You have to love the helpfulness of others.