Today I had to take the Mad Toddler to the park. It was that, or I was afraid he would spontaneously combust in the house. Sooooo much energy. It was cloudy and windy and warm enough. He ran and ran and ran and ran. As I watched him go from one of the playground to the other, all I could hear was the steady thump thump thump thump metronome of his feet.
I let him run until he was winded and beginning to contemplate doing stupid things on the climbing wall. Then, we headed back home for some well-earned juicy.
I am not a "park" kind of mom. I am not a mother's group kind, either. I am easily bored at the park (plus I am very sure my child is about to pitch headlong down the metal rungs of a climbing ladder - nervous moms are never fun) and I am just terrible at meeting new people (hence the not liking moms groups). I can lecture a room of 100 people on the sacrament of baptism or theology of the body, or I can sing in front of a 1,000+ congregation (okay, my hands are shaking the whole time, but I can do it), but put me in a small group, and I am the same awkward teenager I was so many years ago. While it is stupid, there is is.
In the meantime, the Mad Toddler is watching the straight-to-DVD of Curious George II, or as he likes to call it, Curious George Plus One, for the second time today and the10th time just this week!