One of those days where the baby would. not. stop. crying.
Where the three year old held a special fondness for the word NO.
Where the hours draaaaagged by.
Where a family yard sale adventure was thwarted by an oddly low number of yard sales, where supper took longer than expected to prepare, and oh, did I mention? Where the baby would. not. stop. crying.
I don't know what it is about the outdoors, but it is magical.
The baby stopped crying.
The three year old cheered up.
I got some reading done while sipping my favourite honey milk iced tea.
I felt relaxed, and I find this to be true every time I move our grumpy selves outdoors. Why do I always forget? On those days full of whining and arguing and crankiness, why do I always forget? Go outside. Just go outside, and all will be well.
I don't know what it is about the outdoors that makes it so darn magical...but boy, do I love it.