This week was the kid’s ‘winter break’. Not sure what you’re supposed to do on winter break, but we’re pretty much broke, so we’re not going anywhere.
And usually, we’re pretty good with that.
But yesterday, we got a bit of the wanderlust. And we just really want to go do something.
So I tied up the couple o’ tasks I was working on and jumped in the shower. Then we got the kids ready. And then, 2.75 hours later, we were ready to go.
We started off with the park in mind. It was a beautiful day, well above freezing and the sun was out. The kids each had a bottle of bubbles in hand, they could hardly believe their good fortune… the park and bubbles?!?
But once we arrived at the park, we realized there were a few considerations we hadn’t, well, considered. Like all the snow. Only two of us had on snow boots and even that was a fluke. Just so happens that Jude’s favorite shoes are his snow boots and Vivi’s cutest shoes are her snow boots.
So we turned around and decided to try another park. We chose one that was a bit more wooded and we hoped much less snow-covered.
Turned out we were right on the snow cover, but hadn’t considered that the temperature had made much of the melted snow turn to water. Which, by the time we (and numerous other folks) had arrived to enjoy the day, had turned to mud.
Mud on a few pairs of feet is okay. But not on eighteen feet.
So, we decided to go to a third spot, a beautiful bridge where the kids could get out and see the frozen lake and we could, if nothing else, enjoy the beautiful view.
But halfway down the road to the bridge, the snow plow evidently broke or the driver gave up. The road was impassable.
We’d had enough of the great outdoors and decided to head for the bowling alley. By this time Vivi was asleep and I was halfway to la-la land myself. Chris ran in to see if the prices were reasonable and if there was room in the place for our big crew.
Bowling shoes X 9 = $27
Two games X 9 = $54
Snacks X 9 = $alot
Bowling? Not gonna happen.
So we came home. And the kids blew bubbles in the snow-plowed driveway.
The sweetest part? Not one of our kids complained.
But we all did laugh. A lot.
Ironically, it turned out to be quite a memorable day…. for all the right reasons.