Sometimes they’re little angels. And other times you’re hiding behind a pillow googling adoption agencies while chaos is being created around you. This morning was one of the latter. However, the weather was on my side today so escaping outdoors for a play in ‘our’ field (it’s not actually our field) seemed like a great idea. The kids are always so much better behaved when they get to roam free outside, rather than being cooped up and stifled inside. So I put the the idea to Pip and Bee and they were all for it. So we got ready…
40 minutes of this and we finally left the house. I was no longer talking because, well, if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.
I breathed a big sigh of relief as we trudged down the drive and the screaming stopped. And then happy sounds came out of the children! Yesssss!
We got to the field and I dramatically exclaimed “BE FREE, SMALL HUMANS!!” At which point they were supposed to go frolicking off into the field like a scene from ‘Little House on the the Prairie’, and I’d get to relax and smile happily as I watched them play.
Instead, Bee sat down on the spot and resumed her screaming and Pip clamped himself to my leg, whinging and grasping for my hand.
So toddler on my shoulders and Pre-schooler firmly attached to my hand, we headed up into the field.
We found sheep tracks. Apparently sheep are creatures of habit and rather like having their own little footpaths. There were no sheep to be seen in ‘our’ field. So I asked Pip if we should follow the sheep track to see if it led to the sheep. He was now eager to let go of my hand, but there still appeared to be a 2 meter force field that resulted in crying if I stepped further away.
After finding one flock, Pip was eager to keep following the sheep track further to see it there were more. It lead us to a hole in the fence, which was sheep sized, not person sized. So Pip had a spy through and saw some more sheep, but there ended our sheep hunt.
Back down nearer our house Bee got a bit braver and let me put her down, the literal weight off my shoulders giving me that odd feeling of floating up into the air!
When we got back in Bee was suitably tired from the fresh air so went for a nap (hurrah!), and Pip resumed playing… Or whinging about everything and nothing (boooooo :(). “Iiii WANT the traaaaaain track ouuuuuuut” said repeatedly in the most annoying whiny voice ever, was my sound track for the next 20 minutes, despite my reminder to Pip that I can only hear him when he asked nicely in a normal voice with good manners. Eventually he realised.
Was getting out this morning worth my efforts/stress/nervous breakdown? For the kids, yes. I’m sure all they’ll remember is that they went into the field and found sheep by following the sheep track – exciting! For me, not so much! I’m now exhausted, aching, my head is like blancmange, and I’m currently writing this from Pip’s toddler bed while he plays with his trains.