This week we decided to set it all aside. We needed a break from job searching, life planning, decision making, life switching stress.
So we set it on the shelf and ignored it all.
On the weekends.
Okay so maybe we didn't/couldn't/wouldn't take the full break that we really could have used, but it was a start.
Labor Day we went hiking. It was still freezing in the mountains, but thankfully that also meant that the crowds hadn't arrived yet. (Relatively speaking.) I think this was the first hike we have done as a family where no one complained about anything at all, where they were excited to hike from beginning to end. Nathan even hiked the entire way back.
There is something therapeutic about being in the mountains for me. Unfortunately, over the years that therapy has been marred by constant or even less constant commentary on the weather (too cold), distance of the hike (too long), quality of the snacks (insufficient), wildlife (bugs), or any other thing about which my children can complain. Labor Day was a return to the good life.
Thankfully the escapism didn't end. It was however interrupted with this.
Which I am very proud of, thank you very much.
Yesterday was my dad's company party at Lagoon. Abbie and Savannah were in kid-hyped heaven. They are at ages where they can really get into what their interests are so they just went gang busters on all their favorite rides. It couldn't have gone better for them.
We were really looking forward to taking Nathan as he is obsessed with all things that have an engine. When he saw the children's airplane ride he was thrilled. But as soon as we put him on, his frown came out, and when I went to take him out of the ride the tears came. (It breaks my heat that he held it together for the duration of the ride and then just lost it in the end.)
It took him several hours to recover, poor kid.
Thankfully, with the help of his sisters next to him and rides that didn't take him literally feet off the ground he was thrilled. He kept saying, "Again!" at the end of each ride and would just attempt to switch cars rather than return to the line. But unfortunately parents' job is to teach our children to be decent people. And decent people want to do the things that line jumpers do, but we don't. That is what makes us decent (Thank you Mike Birbiglia). So he had to return dejectedly to wait in what were very long lines for a two-year-old. And the mother of a two-year-old.