A Breath of Fresh Air

For both the brats

Today was one of THOSE days.

One of those ( very rare ) days where S would. not. stop. crying.

Where D held an extra special fondness for the word NO.

Where the hours draaaaagged by.

Where going to school meant dragging a toddler. Where the cook was in an extremely helpful mood ( in case you dont get it, yes I meant sarcastically ) and resulted in double work. Tantrums high in the air. and oh, did I mention? Where the baby would. not. stop. crying.

Finally I ( shrieked ) calmly stated, "OUT! OUT! GET SOME CLOTHES ON AND GET OUTSIDE!"

"But -"

"NOW!!!"

I don't know what it is about the outdoors, but it is magical.

S stopped crying. D cheered up.

I got some fresh air and badly-needed-oxygen to slow both my erratic heartbeat and temper.

I felt relaxed, and I find this to be true every time I move our grumpy selves outdoors. Why do I always forget? On those days full of whining and arguing and crankiness, why do I always forget? Go outside. Just go outside, and all will be well.

I don't know what it is about the outdoors that makes it so darn magical...but boy, do I love it.



Sighs
Ma