**WARNING**Not for weak stomachs!

This post is merely just to VENT!

Ty and I just spend the most interesting and disgusting 30 minutes at the mall playground. We are on tour in Phoenix this week, and in an attempt for Ty to get out some bottled energy Jeff dropped us off at a mall right across the street.
For the first 10 minutes everything was going great until I nothing a big brown spot on the back of Ty’s wind jacket. Upon closer investigation I discovered the clumpy brown chunks were pooped smeared all over his back side. Ty’s been potty trained for more then a year so I knew the poop was from another child. I jumped out my seat to investigate the playground and I found the source. It was a rocket ship and not only was it in a huge pile, but there were lumps and chunks of it all over the toy… GAG!! And that is exactly what I did. I kept gagging and gagging until I threw up. I closed my mouth and covered it with my hand to keep it from spewing all over the floor. With a desperate attempt to get it out of my mouth I opened up Ty’s poop covered jacket and discarded the contents of my mouth…BLAAHHHH! I folded his jacket up into a ball and instructed him NOT to play on the rocket shop. Shortly after more kids join the playground and I get to witness a toddler trying to pass a bowel movement right in front of me…groaning, turning red, contorting his body. Had I not partaken in the poop incident moments earlier this little tyke wouldn’t have bother me. Just watching made me want to throw up again.
Alright, so Ty continues to play and some little punk kid is walking around the playground trying to spit on the other kids and tries to take Ty’s toy away from him.
Mr. Punk Kid then walks up to a random girl and pushes her off a toy. The mom of the girl was sitting only a few feet away and instructs her girl to push him back. The girl hurt and confused hides in mothers arms, at that they leave the playground. I noticed that I am the only parent left in the playground area, yet there are 2 kids, Ty and Mr. Punk kid.
Apparently the other child’s mom is nowhere to be seen and nobody is supervising this child. I assumed she just dropped him off and left to go shop (this little boy was probably a young 2 year old). I felt obligated to stay and keep an eye on him until someone returned to get him. About that time I felt something wet and slimy land on my head followed by a stream of water and some dirty napkins. Realizing someone just spit and poured water on me from the second story of the mall made me furious and about that time Ty came running to me from across the playground saying Mr. Punk kid kept splitting on his face. At that moment my sense of obligation to this Mr. Punk kid went right out the window and we left. I felt so disgusting that I went straight to the hotel and scrubbed me then Ty down in a hot shower. I even coated his toy in rubbing alcohol to clean any germs from that place.
In general I am annoyed. Annoyed at a parent who would leave their child’s poop all over a playground toy…come on its not that hard to miss, if the toy is covered in poop the giver of the gift must be too. And I’m annoyed that they didn’t have the decency to clean it up or seek a janitor to clean it. I’m annoyed at a parent who would vengefully tell their girl to push down a little boy child have her age and size just because he did it first. And I’m annoyed that a parent would leave their small child all alone in a mall playground…not only stay to put a stop to his punk behavior of terrorizing the other children but also just to supervise for the child’s safety. And I’m annoyed at people who think it’s cute and funny to spit, throw things, and pour water and others. I don’t claim to be a perfect parent but come on folks… I was ready to lay into some people tonight.
Does anyone else ever feel like this?