On Tuesday an after preschool playground playdate was cancelled due to rain. The mom and I decided to go to a McDonald's with a playland to let the boys run around. Son is like a puppy, if he doesn't get a good run/romp every day he's gonna wet the carpet or something. The mom that I went with is super nice and we're both about the same size. About 4 other skinny (and also nice) preschool mom's showed up with their boys too. So the kids had a blast. But here's my observation. The skinny moms ordered NOTHING for themselves but diet cokes. Then they nibbled off their kids meals. I had a chicken sandwich and the mom I was with had a cheeseburger. But is this what you skinny people do? Not eat? Cause that blows. I don't think I can do that.
Then today we ended up at McDees again. I misread the Tiny Tumbling form and thought son's class was today. When my ADD self pulled up to the deserted village rec center I knew I was up shit creek. The class is actually held on Saturdays, not Wednesdays. So, off to playland again to let them romp and make up for my mental spazz. I had no idea by the time we left the place I would be crying in the minivan. Bawling my eyes out actually.
There was a dad and two young boys, probably 4 and 6. The dad seemed drunk, slurring and wobbling. But for all I knew the dude had MS or something so I wasn't judging. Then the lunch progressed and he got meaner and meaner to his boys. He would grab their arms and get in close to their little faces and just snarl. His face would get twisted up in a way that let you knew you were seeing only a teeny tiny tip of his full anger. The 4 year old kept hiding behind the dad's back like a puppy that had been kicked. The 6 year old stood up and yelled, "Why are you so mad all the time! Why you gotta be so mean to us all the time!". Which embarrassed the dad enough to keep himself in check for oh, about 5 minutes and then he would snarl again.
What freaked me out was that everyone had their heads down into their meals. I had no cell phone, so I quietly walked over to the manager and said that based on his behavior and slurring I thought that this dad was drunk and the police should be called so that he doesn't drive home with the kids. I figured even if he wasn't drunk it was a good excuse to run interference. We waited about 20 minutes and no police. I knew by the time I got to a phone this dude would be gone. I just wanted to snatch up those little boys and run. My only consolation was that the kids were clean and well dressed so I hope there's a mom somewhere that cares for them a bit better. But man, I was just a blubbering mess after seeing this incident. All I could do was go home and hug the heck out of my kids.