So as it turns out, despite the fact that I would prefer to remain inside under the covers with a good book for a large portion of the rest of my life, my children have other ideas. Instead they make me do things that I don’t want to do, like go outside.
That’s the funny thing about kids isn’t it, they often make you do things, that given the choice, you would NEVER do. Like wiping someone else’s butt after they’ve pooped, or catching vomit with your hands or waking up in the middle of the night to acknowledge that someone else’s sock has fallen off in their sleep. All of which I’ve done so many times in the last 7 years that I can’t remember a time where I didn’t do that.
Except I can and it was glorious! I mean just imagine not having to worry about rogue vomit spurts or what to feed a hungry army of angry tyrants. What even is that life?
Anyway, what was my point here?
Oh yes. As with most things that push you out of your natural comfort zone, there are often really neat things to discover. Like the fact that the afternoon Autumn light in our park makes pretty magical pictures and Knox has no idea how to take off his own bicycle helmet (catch those pictures in our newsletter tomorrow).
I wonder what I’ll discover next week?