Why I Wanted to Slap the Parents at the Playground

Dear Diary,

It started out as an ordinary Saturday. My daughter and I ate pancakes and sausage with Dora the Explorer and sang along to Spanglish songs. In the afternoon, we walked to the park, which had been pretty empty all season. But since the temperatures topped 70 degrees, the warm weather attracted a big crowd—and unfortunately big problems. But the children weren’t the ones running wild. Some of their parents were out-of-control.

As a first time mom, I’m super sensitive to a lot of things, but this time, I think most moms would agree with me. These parents needed to be spanked! Two fathers chain-smoked near the baby swing set. A grandmother yelled at her granddaughter to stop crying. The little girl was wailing, because she accidentally dropped her ice cream. Heck, I might shed a tear, too, depending on how hungry I am! A woman took over the tire swing and dropped the F-bomb numerous times on the kids who were nice enough to push her grown behind on a children’s attraction. A little boy later ran up on me and asked if I had seen his mother; I wondered why his mom didn’t see him. Another child asked if I could pick her up and put her on the swing. Again, I wondered, where is your mother? A mother of a different child mocked her son for whining and told him to man up instead of asking what was wrong. A group of parents sat on a bench and drank (what I assumed was alcohol) out of a brown paper bag.

 
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