Spring finally made an appearance yesterday, but in my opinion, it felt more like Summer. It was hot. I don’t like hot and my body and mind are not ready for this weather. At least not yet. My husband made a comment the other day that we don’t get to experience days that stay in the 60’s or 70’s weather wise. No, it goes from 35 degrees one day to 80 degrees the next. What the freak? I haven’t even started packing away the winter clothes and looking for the summer ones.
It takes me awhile to adjust to the warmer weather because I’m an introvert, but my children prefer to be outside so I start negotiating with myself. Take them outside for a little while because it’s nice.At least 45 minutes, that’s not too bad. You can handle that. Repeat a couple of more times throughout the week until you’re ready to venture out more. This is how my mind works. This is how I convince myself to go outside, even though every fiber in my body wants to stay indoors, but I do it for my daughters because they do need some fresh air, sun, and outside playtime fun/exercise. And I guess I need some of that as well, but don’t quote me, please.
Speeding down the block
Scooting and three wheeling
As parents we sacrifice a lot and going outside your comfort zone may not seem like a big sacrifice (or deal) to some people, but it is to me. I’m working on myself and trying to evolve for my little family. I have a lot of quirks a.k.a. fears that I’m trying to conquer little by little, at my own pace, and I know it can be frustrating to some of my family members and friends, but in the famous words of Popeye (remember him?) “I yam what I yam.”
Some mornings are very hectic in my household even when I try to have things laid out already. Time is a sneaky little monster that jumps out horribly at you when you’re trying to put shoes on, zip up sweaters, wrap scarves around, and place hats on two little girls with ants in their pants. Oh, and don’t forget bundling yourself up. Today was a good day. I was able to leave the house on time and actually walk my daughter to school instead of jogging/running with her there before they slam close the doors. She doesn’t mind the fast pace though because in her case she BOUNCES her way to school with excitement practically every day. My kid doesn’t do walking, unless there’s three feet of snow in which then she wants to drag her feet and bask in the glory of snow heaven. Other than that, it’s all running everywhere.
This morning my daughter was EXTRA excited because they were going to dye eggs in her classroom. Her teacher asked that the kids bring in two hard-boiled eggs and I was brainstorming yesterday night on how I was going to transport these eggs without them cracking in her bag. I thought, “Why not use the egg carton itself?” so I cut off one of the ends of the styrofoam carton and placed the eggs like this:
Then I put it into a food storage container that fit perfectly and off to school she went with her eggs safely in her backpack. I don’t really remember if I ever dyed Easter eggs with my mom or even in school, but this year we’re definitely going to be dyeing some eggs come Easter week-end. I just have to remember to be patient and have fun, no matter what messes occur. Let the cracked eggs and spilled paint fall where they may. That’s what brooms and paper towels are made for, but just in case I will repeat silently this little mantra, “Just let go and make sweet memories. That’s all that matters!”
Today is the start of Spring so lets welcome it with open arms even if we’re still bundled up over here in Brooklyn.