1. I hate the playground.  Couldn’t even tell you why, exactly.  I just dread going there every day.  And we go every. day.  All I can do to keep my sanity is go to different playgrounds as much as possible.
2. I have found if I have snacks with me, I am much more tolerant.  On an empty stomach?  Forget it.  I will cut somebody.
3. When I first started going to the playground with my little one, it was sort of like dating.  Except instead of looking at cute boys, I wondered if the cool, hip moms would give me the time of day.  I’d put on a little rouge and try to look decent.  Now I just hide as much as I can behind big sunglasses and lip gloss.
4. There are two distinct parenting styles at the playground.  The over-achievers and the zoners.  The over-achievers really get in there.  They play, they chase the kids, they climb the playground equipment, they organize freakin’ treasure hunts.  You get the idea.  The zoners spend most of their time on the cell phone, glancing up once in awhile to say “Hey be careful.”  Stevie still needs help on the equipment, so I’m forced to look like an over-achiever.  But we all know I’m probably more of a zoner at heart.
5. It’s amazing some of the people you get stuck talking to when your kids end up playing in close proximity.  Last week, I stood there listening to an overly excited Los Feliz dad go on and on about how magical childhood is. And how love is a beautiful thing.  And how yes honey, you can climb the slide! You can do anything you want!  You can do anything you put your mind to!  You’re amazing!  He wasn’t talking to me at this point.

This week I’ve tried going to different parks and play areas around the city, all documented on Instagram of course.  Join me as I remind myself why Los Angeles is #citycrush worthy.