Finally we are having nicer weather. FINALLY. It’s so beautiful and it’s been so long in coming that instead of waisting the time running inside to get a blanket to lay on in the grass I just laid on the picnic table. That’s where my husband found me when he came home from work. Dinner? Oh yea, I can’t make it because I’d have to go inside… We had oatmeal instead, and then I took the dog for a walk. Later after the kids go to bed I’m going to have a cream filled cupcake I bought at the bakery (yes, I’m THAT kind of mom, but they already had their treats.)
I had to run inside to get something and when I came out Conster squealed, “Mom, we’re being Jesus and this trash can is our tomb!” I had no idea how to respond to that. None. So I pretended that they weren’t playing in a trash can lying on it’s side, and went back to sitting in the sun. There’s probably some kind of lesson here; the renewal of spring after a long winter, the hope of life even though half my plants died during last weeks cold snap, something about “when is a trash can not a trash can”… but all I can do is lay in the grass staring up at the blue sky listening to my kids laughing.