Tonight my children and I were on the playground by the pool house. I was feeding Nate and Syd was playing on the slide. She was just about to go down when some crazy old man ran up the hill, over a young tree and into the tot lot. He was literally three feet from the bottom of the slide Syd was about to go down.
I instantly flipped out, ran to Syd and started yelling at the man who was now trying desperately to get his truck off the playground. This only made me yell louder. I was scared he was going to go flying into the cars that had just pulled up. They had not yet noticed his attempts to move.
After everything settled down and I had a tight grip on Syd, I was able to calm down. I had been pretty nuts. I yelled, "Are you a freaking idiot?" and "Stop, Moron, before you kill someone!" In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't use any foul language. Of course, Syd was calling the man an "idinit" and seemed to think that the man was specifically trying to hurt her.
"Accidents happen sometimes and we are lucky everyone is safe, " I said. I thought the man might be a little apologetic, but not in the least. I suppose I could care less about his apologies. I'm just so thankful we're all safe. It could've gone differently tonight.