Yesterday was a busy day for me, but I wanted to take the kids to the park again. We left at 10:30, and I packed the usual snacks for a two hour park date: a granola bar for each of the kids and a bottle of water.
As soon as we arrived, I started hearing the normal whining. "I'm hungry!" This is said with the most pathetic face they can come up with, and is accompanied by arms folded over their tummies, hunched over in anguish.
I remind them that they just got done with their late breakfast barely an hour ago. I think they can survive. Go play.
This continues for the next thirty minutes, with each of them complaining to me that they are close to death from being so hungry. I give them each a granola bar and tell them that is the only thing I brought for them to eat. We'll have lunch when we get home.
They rip into the granola bars like they've been fasting for 8 days, even though they grumble that they don't like those granola bars. Then, for the next hour, they continue to complain at how hungry they are, and even go so far as to try to manipulate food from the friends that came with us. I even caught Keaton standing over the blanket of a family we didn't know, who were enjoying their lunch. He was totally stalking their food!
I am so tired of needing to pack the pantry for an hour and a half worth of park play time! It's like a trigger inside them...as soon as we go somewhere to play, they can think of nothing else than eating. Yesterday was the last straw for me. I'm not even packing them a snack next time we go to the park. I don't think I can handle their grumbling anymore. We might not even make it to the park if they act the same way. I'm done!
On the way home, after a severe talking to, the kids were very quiet in the car. I was able to look at all the street names that we passed. One thing I love about living here is that there are such pretty and unique street names, like Tulip Tree, Buttermilk, Pleasant Lane, and Winding Hill Road. Among such treasures was this street name: Purgatory. How terrible! I think that would really deter me from buying a house on that street! Luckily, a few streets later, there came another interesting street name: Deliverance. Too bad they didn't intersect. Now that would be quite the unique street address.