Pizza at the Park

Well, it's 12:19, first tour of the night. Any moment now, the milk dust should start puffing out. I am thinking about how fast the weekend went by and how did I lose another weekend without completely cleaning my home, shaving my legs, showering diligently. Sometimes as parents, we are so tired and delirious we do things we would never do. Saturday being no exception.
My husband worked this weekend, and I took my children to the park on Saturday and met up with a friend. On the way, I stopped at one of my favorite spots and picked us up some lunch to take to the park. I hadn't had a decent meal in what seems like, forever. I ordered the kids their wants and for myself, my favorite.. Aloha Flatbread Pizza. Ham, pineapple, cheese.... Mmmmmm.... I could hardly wait to eat it. I had thought about this pizza for what seems like ages. We get to the park and I begin to unload the ducklings and what seemed like the never ending supply of bags, wipes, sippy cups, binkys, lovies...
Finally I make it in the gates of the park.. Raindrops. For freakin real?? I just want to play with the kids.. And eat! We made it to a spot and started to set up. I get the kids all set with their meals and set to down to chat with my pal and FINALLY get my mouth on this coveted pizza. As I prepare to eat it..The wind picks up and is blowing sandwiches and chips everywhere! I chase down my daughters drink and ham sandwich. I make it back to the table... There goes my sons chips. Another trip across the park to retrieve the chips. Finally I sit down, and pick up my pizza and sink my teeth in to Aloha Heaven!!! I get one bite.. ONE bite and my 9 month old drags it off the table and splat.. It hits the cement pad under the table, where so many feet had sat before. Nooooooooooooooooo!!!! Why? Why? Why did she do this? I was hungry. I hadn't eaten in what seemed like forever! Did she care that she was sucking me dry and I needed energy? I sat there for a moment, trying to decide my next move, and let me tell you the next decision I made, was made in desperation. I scraped the "least affected" area of pizza off the ground... And I ate it. I'm not proud. But darn it, I was hungry! Luckily I was in non judgmental company. And I'll tell you, although it may have been scraped off the sidewalk, but that was the best 1/3 of a slice of flatbread pizza, I've ever eaten!
Our kids drive us to do the unthinkable and I have to laugh at myself for doing something I never thought I'd do.