For the past three weeks, we’ve been staying at the cottage. Where the boys are spoiled by the grandparents. So on our way home, the boys said to me. “I don’t want to go home, I don’t like our house.”
“Why not?” I wanted to know. “Because it’s small and we can’t run around.” Tell me something I didn’t know. Our house is small and congested.
My initial thought when they said that was. We are too strict and boring. “Too many rules” said my husband who is the king of rules of boring in the house. Because the house is small, I have to fight with the kids about being quiet in mornings when Babe has worked.
Talk about stressful…
So, I told the boys they can play with playdough as soon as they walked in the door. Oh the mess they made. You’d think they were throwing playdough… Maybe, they were.
Then, as they requested, they made their own pizzas on flour tortillas. They had fun with those.
Then, we watched Zootopia, which by then, my big guy says. “I’m sorry I said I don’t like our house, I forgot that we do fun things here.” Also, my blue says”me too, mommy”, which made me happy.
I finished the night with reading a picture book and a chapter of The Green Ember.
I think we finished in a good note. I hope tomorrow is just as good in our home. I need to remember to have fun with what we do here and try to live as if we’re on vacation.
What are fun things you do at home?