While the days have been full of perpetual activity and the nights spent in content, quiet rest in very dark rooms, I must admit there have been a few bumps in the road. I have said it before, and I will say it again, but these boys of mine will not be caged up. No matter if the cage is in the form of a post office, a restaurant, a visitors center, a gift shop, the answer is no. Absolutely positively not. There is no need to get into details, but I can promise you food shopping in the narrow isles of the amazing co-ops around me, will be done solo if at all possible. I will avoid the confining walls of any establishment unless one hundred percent necessary. It just must be.
Otherwise you can find us outdoors.
I have heaved and hoed and cleared a few livable and comfortable nooks and crannies amongst the boxes and jumbles in our house for the moments of too much rain or too much prickers.
And I am attempting to appease the beasts by breathing in more moving air than stagnant. These pines fill my soul. The fresh water feels like it looks. Cold and crisp.
I wish I had the magical touch to allow my children to once, just once be the calm ones in the pack, but no, no it is not meant to be. I suppose when it really boils down to it, it is their energy that I envy most of all anyways.
Tell me- Am I alone in my fears of the public eye? Or public outings with children in general? Is it only me that struggles to find a way around putting myself in a situation of stress?