J-Fed Takes A Hike

After the weekend I can no longer say that J-Fed isn't a team player, even if I still secretly think it.

It was Saturday afternoon and Mr. Ex and I packed up all four kids for some park time. We've come to appreciate the outdoors for a number of reasons. 1. It's free. 2. The kids can run and scream without leaving our nervous systems in shambles. 3. It's free. 4. We all get some exercise. 5. It's free. 6 It's fun. 7. You got it, it's free. While I never spent much time at the park before Mr. Ex and I got together, that all changed when our head count increased.

In addition to the four children, we also had my mom and Mr. Ex's mom along for the ride. Mr. Ex's mom is a big proponent of physical activity, therefore she too swears by the park. Right before we had left for the local playground, J-Fed had contacted me so we could pick up 2-year-old daughter. I informed him that he could meet us at the park. At first, I thought
I'd have to explain to him what a park was since I'm pretty sure he'd never been in one, at least not during our lifetime together. But as it turns out, he not only knew what a park was, he knew WHERE it was. Golf claps for J-Fed.

All of the grown ups took control of their charges. The adult to child ratio was 1 to 1, just how I liked it. Then the Fedster arrived. I looked over at Mr. Ex's oldest son, who I knew wanted to play football. And I felt a wave of guilt for him. You see, in football games past, it usually goes down like this. There's Mr. Ex and there's the rest of us. Mr. Ex whoops all of our asses. Mr. Ex's mom tries to catch Mr. Ex. Mr. Ex's older son tries to catch Mr. Ex. My Ex's younger son tries to catch Mr. Ex. My 7-year-old daughter tries to catch Mr. Ex. I stand there while everybody else tries to catch Mr. Ex.