Getting Outdoors

It’s so important to me that my kids play outside. We are fortunate to have a large, fenced-in back yard where I feel safe with them playing out there. There is nothing I love more than sitting in my kitchen with the windows open and hearing them play. However, sometimes it’s like pulling teeth to get them to go outside. It drive’s me crazy! I don’t get it. When I was a kid I was outside all the time, until I heard my mother calling out the front door for my brother and I to come in for dinner.

With this past never-ending winter, I want my boys out as much as possible. So when the kid that rather stay inside says, “Mom can we go on a hike today?” I jumped at the chance to get out there with them, crazy windy day and all. I’ve been waiting and waiting for the opportunity to get outside where my fingers didn’t turn blue in a matter of minutes.

We had a great time, just me and my little guys. My husband had an “ankle incident” so he stayed home. It’s exactly the time I needed to spend with them before going back to work full time this week. We’ll need to really make the most of our weekends from now on.

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The Ambush

The traffic was heavy going home today. More than the usual. Awful idiots not letting each other go, and the people behind you getting all pissed off if you let some in line. That drives me crazy. People are just so selfish. I can’t stand it. Anyway, aside from that my commute was uneventful. I decided to surprise the family and stop and get pizza for dinner. I can’t say it was all out of the kindness of my own heart. Truthfully, I just didn’t feel like cooking.

As I pulled down the street toward home, with the aroma of freshly  baked pizza wafting throughout my car, I saw them. All four of them. They were waiting for me. At first I was overjoyed by the warm welcoming I saw on the front lawn. The big smiles and the jumping up and down. That joy didn’t last too long. It was then that I noticed it all. The sly expressions on their faces. The yellow, orange, and black. Not pumpkins….but NERF guns. It was an ambush! Foam darts began bouncing of the sides of my car as I tried pulling into the driveway. I was under attack.

Nerf AmbushAnd to think I brought those little minions pizza! At least it wasn’t water balloons this time.