Sometimes….some times my husband just gets it right.
One afternoon I was sitting upstairs, editing pictures and falling deeper and deeper into my foul mood. My kids appeared at my elbow and told me to get my shoes on and go for a walk with them. I grumbled and they insisted. So I put my shoes on, thinking I was walking around the block.
We stepped outside to ominous skies and started off towards a nearby open space trail, so I grumbled some more. It was going to rain. Beckett had a cast that needed to stay dry. Grumble grumble grumble.
And it did rain. But it also did that Colorado thing where it was raining and sunning madly, simultaneously. No rainbows though. So…..more grumbling.
So my family broke it to me that we were walking to get ice cream – something I’ve always wanted to do but could never convince my family to agree to. And here I was grumbling about it. Thank you, patient family, for not punching me.
The kids walked without whining (ahem, Mom) and I eventually relaxed and enjoyed being a tourist in my own town. And ice cream. Ice cream always helps.