I pick D up from Kindergarten everyday and walk her & her buddy, another D, back to their respective daycares. Today, I happened to be running a tinsy bit late, being a full-time working gal and all. So, 4 cups of coffee, 2 conference calls and some Pinterest later, I’m hauling ass out of the office to get the Ds. A few minutes into my journey I realize I have to use the ladies room. Badly.I arrive, park on the street by daycare, and start my walk across the soccer field. As I am closing in on the playground I realize that it would not be advisable to go potty on the playground but question the frequency in which the playground has seen its share of pee…I’m sure it’s more often than not, right?

But I digress…so today I had the pleasure of background music while I waited for the Ds. And you know? There’s nothing more annoying than the guy who thinks he is doing everyone a favor by DJ-ing at the local playground by way of his Volkswagen Golf. Seriously, this dude was blaring Nicki Minaj’s Starships (Seriously? Seriously!) all the while waiting for his Kindergartener and trying to eat his 2 year old. EAT? Yes, eat. Really, he was chomping and biting at his kid.My word. I stood there beneath the flag pole, observing this, and wondering what the hell is wrong with ‘Merica. The dude is in his hooptie hooptie hoop like he owns this place. Gah. I never realized I could feel so much angst while hanging by the flagpole on the playground.

And then the D’s bust through the school door and start telling me about vowelbets. Deductive reasoning…they’re learning about the alphabet and which ones are vowels. How cute. I glare at Playground Papa as I walk the kidlets back to daycare. It’s good to have a good day.

-H