I was going to write about some to-die-for pesto and some fabulous-to-freeze carrot soup (I'm in fully freaking out it's almost fall stock up the icebox mode). Or, I was going to write about Alison's great houseful of art-- ps, she and Sam used to give each other the gift of said art for anniversaries-- and how we have a few pieces of great art, but I've got an ever growing list I thought I could share of the "someday" works we hope to own. Or, I was going to write about Max throwing the longest temper tantrum in the history of four year olds last week (but not really, because there wouldn't be much to say besides headache. scream. headache. scream. fast forward until past bedtime, and big. glass. of. wine).
But I can't write about any of that, because really, my week was just too busy. I mean, who has time to create a post when the fair is in town?
I HATE THE FAIR, by the way, and never, ever would have taken them if my mom wouldn't have said that four letter word in front to two very elephant-like in memory grandsons.
But I went. And my kids truly had a lovely time, getting on rides run by men who were definitely possibly stoned,
and learning how it feels to have a rifle in their hands.
Good times, people. Good times.
And when I wasn't running around the midway this week? I was clamoring through a slide far too small for adults.
And loving every minute of it, because it meant I had a solo date with my girl.
No errands. No big plans. Just sharing a scone, playing at the park, and eating lunch-- just the two of us, although it was unexpected (the boys clearly needed a break in routine that involved putt putt golf and an adult that was not their mother) and required me to totally juggles my schedule.
And this weekend? Well, this weekend we traveled to Traverse City, to watch this hot guy
(I mean, come on-- look at those legs!) rip it up with his buddies on a crazy in-town race course one day, and a monster climbing hill course the next. It rained like crazy the first day, and was windy and cold the next-- and those are some tough conditions to do the "hurry up and wait" game with three littles beside you.
It didn't matter one bit though, because I forgot how fun it is to be on the sidelines cheering for someone you love doing something they love--
and doing it well, I might add.
So that's it, folks. My last week of August, wrapped up in the joy of being open to whatever opportunities came our way-- even if they seemed less-than-ideal upon first glance. It's a good reminder for me as we head into September, and a good opportunity for you to practice some free family fun of your own this week (unless the awful fair is in your town now. Then you're going to have to shell out the dough). Otherwise, just do this:: clear an afternoon or morning...or a day or a week... from your schedule and just see what pops up. Or plan a solo date with one of the kids. Or do something with your partner that is all about their passion, just to watch 'em light up. What a way to welcome in the month that brings us closer to warm fires and lots of tucked in family nights...
