Heart Attacks

I would have to say that I suffered several minor heart attacks today. I will place the blame on my darling husband. First off, let me say that he is a terrific husband who is always willing to help out and goes above and beyond in his role as a father. The one problem is that he's not very tuned in to what needs to be done. I think it's a male thing (don't be offended guys). We were both in charge of one of the boys which I thought should make things a bit easier. Problem was that James sometimes forgot to pay attention to Jameson (his charge) and I ended up watching Stellan, Jameson all the while trying to find James and encouraging him to stay on track. (Gentle persuasion of course.) Thank God no one snatched up one of the boys in the museum and we were all safe.
One of my heart attacks occured as we were leaving Central Park. James was in charge of the boys while I was cleaning up and looking for my train ticket. I glanced up to see James strolling along the path chatting with his mom while the boys were running full force toward the street. The street that was full of cars, moving cars. The boys know that they are supposed to stop at the curb but a pre-schoolers brain is not always consistent. Thank God they stopped and no one was hurt but I easily lost 3 years of my life.
The next heart attack occured a short while later as we were waiting for the train. I was carrying Stellan when I noticed that no one (ahem, namely James) was watching him as he bounded toward the edge of the platform to look for oncoming trains. One stumble and....I don't even want to think about it. I lunged forward while still toting Stellan and grabbed him. My glared at James, shooting daggers of warning. I herded Stellan back to the wall where we could stand out of the way of people and out of the way of harm. Once again I see Jameson bound toward the edge of the platform. Thankfully a complete stranger was there to hold him back. Hmmm...weren't there three other adults there to look after him?!?! Do I have to do everything and be responsible for everyone?!?!?! I know he wouldn't take the plunge onto the tracks but all it would take is a strong gust of wind from a train and who knows what would happen. That easily took an additional 7 years off my life. Those two events alone have shortened my lifespan by 1o years. Hmmm....should I risk another trip to the city with my loving yet not always attentive husband?
Even reliving this in writing has caused my heart rate to speed up. I need to go to bed.