Today I took the grandkids for a nice Sunday
stroller walk
We ended up at a local park and were
about to go down the big slide
Since my grandson is not quite 2 I usually
slide down with him but
the slide was wet, someone had poured
some of a water bottle down it
A child suggested I not go down but
I had my super duper waterproof pants on
and figured "Awe, we'll be OK"
My grandson was hesitant to go down,
that should have been a signal for me
We didn't slide down, we zooooooomed down,
my feet hit flat, I landed face first in wood chips
with big butt in the air.
Thankfully, my grandson landed OK
a little shaken from the fast and furious trip
I look up , my grandson was looking at me
then I realize "hey, im actually hurt"
Blood is trickling down my face
as I realize "I've got a headache"
Someone asks if I'm OK
Of course, I say yes and get up
My daughters were jogging to where
I was, so I text and advise of my "accident"
They jog, past me, I'm hoping they'll have
a little sympathy (maybe take the kids)
they jog past, I guess they figured if I was standing
"Mom's OK"
The Moral of this story:
"Sometimes ya have to listen to Grandkids, they just may have a sixth sense about things"
"Super Duper Waterproof pants are Super Duper slippery!"
"If you want sympathy from your kids, it just might not happen"
"Even Grandma's can do Dumb stuff sometimes"