Worst. Playdate. Ever.

Ok so as much as we want to play with all our little friends and have fun and get together, let's face it: our kids sometimes just can't handle it. Some days my kids are little angels but those days aren't everyday. Sure they generally beahave pretty well and are pretty good when in public places or at other people's houses but sometimes at home, it's the opposite. There's days when no one wants to nap. There are days when food fights happen. There are days (like everyday) that all 3 are fighting over the same exact toy. There are days where there is hitting, yelling, kicking and screaming going on. Well, this day (Saturday) was one of those days. Sure I called up some friends and said "come on over, we'll play with you." My BFF's Anne and Jessica came over with their little boys. I left for a short period of time to get Presley's hair cut. Chuck was working all weekend. All went well. Until we got home. We made dinner and my kids were just clingy and crabby! They didn't want anything I had to offer. That is until the pizza that the mommies were going to eat. Well so much for that. I really didn't want to eat anyways right? Ok, well that has happened before. Sure. I thought that would end the crying and crabbiness. Nope. So then I suggest that we go for a walk. We pull out a wagon, my double stroller, and an umbrella stroller. We load up. Gracie and her friend Scott decided to walk. With sticks. Awesome. I knew that would end dangerously. Well sure enough, Gracie starts running, stick in hand, and sure enough, falls down and scrapes her knee. More crying. No, screaming. Did anyone of us think of to bring wipes or anything for this sort of situation. Nope. Well, we were already halfway to our destination which was the park. So we had to do a switcharoo with seating arrangments so the injured drama queen could ride. You know because when you fall and scrape your knee, you can no longer walk on it. So then we get to this trail in my subdivsion that goes along the river which was going to take us to the park. So I push my screaming injured daughter into the forest and well....didn't realize that there would be so many mosquitoes! So what did we do? We ran! We ran with the wagon, double stroller and umbrella stroller. Let's just say that we were in great shape to do that! So then we come out of the forest and the park and lake are in view. We push on over to the lake, where we were going to feed the fish the bread that we brought with us. The injured one could not muster up the courage to stand on her leg yet so she was throwing baically whole pieces of bread into the lake. We tried to get some pictures of the group.

As you can see, no one really cared.

So that was the end of that. We were there for maybe 5 mintues and then we had to head home. The screaming was not ending! So then we reach the forest again. We took deep breaths and charged through. Only this time, Scott, who was being so good, took a spill. Quick pickup and then we headed out of the forest, brushing off the bugs as we sprinted! We traded who was going to push/pull whatever at that point. We were dripping in sweat, panting, and by this time, promising popcicles to those who could make it back. Well, we made it back. I unloaded and carried the injured one in but not before I grabbed the frozen margarita bucket out of the freezer. We got everyone in and handed out popsicles. Of course, Presley didn't want one. He just wanted to cry. So then I decided that my kids could use a bath from all the excitement of the day. A way to wind down. Well I suggested that we throw all the kids in the tub. It was almost bedtime. This went much better. Aside from Jackson taking a tumble down my stairs, it went better than I thought. Evie peed on the carpet but oh well. She was clean. Maybe it was because she was excited about bathing with 3 boys! That's not really the best parenting right there but she won't remember and made her promise, promise me that she will never bathe with boys. Ever. So then everyone left. I had to give a shower to Grace, the injured girl. You know she still couldn't stand up and wouldn't even let me wash her leg so she sat in the tub and I basically just spalshed some water on her to get her clean. I put the little ones down and after another hour of crying, they finally fell asleep. Grace fell asleep right after that on the couch watching Barney. She didn't even make it the "I love you, you love me" part. I carreid her upstairs. And then this mama sipped some margaritas. Much deserved margaritas I might add.

Like I said, being a parent, we all have days like this. Some are better than others. And while I wouldn't trade them for anything I look back and laugh and think "Only some of this playdate was awful."