Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Everyday Life: Hostage

There might as well have been bars on our windows and chains on our doors this afternoon.

And as any mother knows, sanity is fleeting and crying fits are abundant when your little ones are stuck in between your four walls when all they want to do is romp outside.

I tried. I really did. I attempted to jail break at least a few times, but every attempt was thwarted by natural disasters {of the minor to moderate level}.

First we tried playing in the back yard; I wanted to take pictures of our garden for my weekly post, G. wanted to "brune" the bushes with his scissors and baby E. wanted to eat dandelions {which is totally fine because did you know dandelion greens are actually, like, good for you?}.

In less than 60 seconds, however, we were swarmed by droves of mosquitoes, and, holy blood sucking crazy, I'm not exaggerating. I had to flail my arms and head like a mad woman trying to exercise the demons while running to the patio door just to get those little vampires off me and the baby.

I conceded in back-yard play, opting instead for the farmer's market. And then the heavens let loose.



Of course, I'd already promised G. strawberries when it started blowing and pouring.



I told him we'd wait out the weather and go, but his little heart spewed out onto his sleeve in mourning for the strawberries he'd never eat; as the downpour raged on, so did his crying.

I thought about going to the grocery store for strawberries, but with two kids melting down on the floor, I didn't want to chance a public outing. So I did the only thing I knew to do:

I wrapped the little onto my back tighter than Scrooge clung to his wallet in A Christmas Carol and encouraged the bigger one to strip down to his birthday suit.

For some reason, being naked makes G. happy and being tied up like a rug makes baby E. insanely happy.


And insanely passed out.


I'd say the naked "e-mail" time and the purple hemp wrap saved two certain boys' afternoon from utter ruin and disaster.



And a lovely phone call from a good friend who shared how nice it was to talk saved a certain mommy's afternoon from the same dreary fate.

I was not compensated in any way for mentioning the Didymos Indio Hemp wrap.

7 comments:

  1. Oh Sweetie, I cannot begin to tell you the amount of joy you brought to my day.

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  2. Oh my! We certainly have days like that! Funny how we can find the humor AFTER the fact, right? I'm laughing at you brilliant idea to make G happy - silly boy! Hope today is much better!

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  3. Glad you worked through it. Did the mosquitos disappear after the rain or just get worse?

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  4. Yay for wraps!!! :) Seriously... baby carrying to the rescue.

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  5. Ahh! That smile on sweet Baby E's face is lighting up my living room right now! I'm so sorry for the natural disasters (!) but man....you know how to fix a bad day :)

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  6. Look "fluid"! Too bad boot camp is over. ;-) just kidding. You did a great job fixing a bad day.

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  7. You have such a wonderful spirit!

    Love baby carrying. It helps moms in so many ways.

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