Sometimes I think that I am turning into a cranky old lady. Okay, actually I sometimes am a cranky old(ish) lady.
Like when I come home and find these yellow plastic things on both ends of the street where I live and kids playing in the middle of the street.
Don't get me wrong, I like kids, I have kids, I even have grandkids, and I know that kids need to have room to play and run around. Is the middle of the road really the appropriate place?
I find myself saying things like "back when I was a child my mom would have tanned my backside if I had played on the street". Backyards sit empty; front yards sit empty; and kids are playing on the street for goodness sakes. My husband laughs at me when I get like this.