I’m doomed
Today, like every day, Mike and Robbie have been playing outside for hours. Chip is napping, and I am essentially alone in the house to do work (my day job) and anything else I need to get done. On a good day like today, they only come in to get food or pee. Today it is sunny and in the high 70s and the livin is easy.
But winter is coming and even in California that means it gets cold. The sun will start setting sooner and the rains will come. As much as the boys love getting bundled up in rain gear and playing in the mud, my afternoons will get more complicated.
Two years ago this February I kind of lost it after a long winter. Everyone was napping and I went in the yard in the rain and washed and scrubbed half of our plastic play structure. And brought it in the living room of our small house. For several months.
What else could I do? Faced with (at the time) 2 crazy monkeys there was no other option. This winter, however, I think I’m going to have to find another way. I’m ready with warm clothes, great rain coats and boots, and cozy socks. Wish me luck!
October 24th, 2006 at 4:39 pm
Living on the rain coast we have to get creative.
Mine tend to not WANT to stay coralled in our tiny yard, so this means all of us head out with bikes and boots in all weather.
Whoo hoo fun.
I got into trouble today, because I just didn’t feel like going out.
Much tears because mum let them down.
I was tired.
Tomorrow there is lots going on so I will be reprieved again.
October 24th, 2006 at 5:26 pm
That is the most sane idea ever. We have the plastic red and yellow car in the house… brilliant!
October 24th, 2006 at 5:50 pm
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October 24th, 2006 at 11:24 pm
I let my kids throw footballs in the house all the time. Yes, I remember Susan Powter … Who could forget her spikey bleach blonde bitch-head? Now … do you remember the “Where’s the Beef?” Wendy’s geriatric lady?
October 26th, 2006 at 2:06 pm
I only let the boys throw stuff in the playroom — you know, the padded cell. Now they just refer to it as The Throw Room.
Glad to hear there are others in my shoes!