We have not had much free time over the weekend and while we still had a birthday party to do the weekend past, I refused to do any playdates or parties for Sunday.
Sunday HB and I packed up our lunch, a set of board games, our picnic blanket and went off to the sandpit.
We are very lucky to have really great public places in the estate we live in. The play equipment is good, the grass is obscenely green and if you want to swim or play tennis, soccer, cricket…you can. HB and I just lolled on the grass playing chess and snakes&ladders. He played a bit in the sand and jungle gym, I drank my coffee, we ate lunch, we cuddled and played “I spy”
It was great. It has been such a long time since we have done this. We used to stop there every afternoon during summer time. What happened that we are so busy?
Hubby is working twelve hour days, HB has stuff to do all the time, I am supposed to be working 24 hours, but someone has to make sure we have clean clothes, etc. My boss asked me to stop sleeping this morning.
We are grateful that we have work, but I think our little family is running all the time, and it feels like a marathon.
I am beginning to think that we don’t know how to stop? Maybe you get so used to the busyness, that you think it should be like that all the time.
HB just asks me: ” What are we doing today?” He knows we have stuff to do everyday. The poor child of mine.
If I lost my diary, it would not go down well for me.
Sitting there with HB made me realise that maybe he won’t want to do this much longer. I am sure he won’t always want to have picnics with his mama. However, I can give him good memories to look back on. Everything does not have to be a production and we need to stop waiting for the perfect weather, time, day…we just need to do the now. It is not always easy to remember. You are responsible for your own happiness. I remember with fondness the ad hoc picnics with my parents, or just a drive to the beach (how I miss the beach).
My mom would make sure we bathed and dressed in pjs early. My dad would arrive home and we would pile into the car to go have dinner at the beach. We would just sit in the car, but in view of the sea and sand. I know it sounds a bit odd, but we all loved it.
Other times, picnics would be a huge production (and they still are at my parents’ house). The weather forecast would be checked numerous times, things gathered, everyone would wake early to prep and make food…and there was heaps of food.
Busy bees can still make time for memories and happiness. Nothing is more important.