Tuesday, June 28, 2011

But I like being crazy

Some days I astound myself with how crazy I really can be. It might not astound you anymore, if you have been reading my humble blog for a while. (Trying to bake a cake in my car? Stalking Dara Torres? Carrying around a portable warehouse?)

Maybe I'm just a craziness overachiever.

Because today, I took my children to play outside.

In the rain.

At four different parks.

We couldn't make it to a playdate. The boys were desperate to go to a playground. And I was determined we were going to Do Something Fun.

At the first park, it barely sprinkled. We were not concerned. (It's summer in South Florida. AKA the rainy season. We don't even bother with umbrellas.) But the playground was dismal, so we left.

On the drive to the second park, rain poured from the sky. But I was hopeful that, if we just drove around enough, we'd find a playground where it wasn't raining. Because we had to Do Something Fun. At the second park, it was raining a little harder, but still barely a shower. Barely! Big deal. The kids loved the place.

(Should I mention there were no other kids at any of the playgrounds? Shouldn't this have been a red flag?)

Then rain drops fell faster, and I ushered the kids into the car.

We'd just find another playground. We had to Do Something Fun.


Around the corner and down the street, there was a playground covered with a canopy. Score! Except, not so much. The canopy wasn't waterproof. The playground was wet, and the boys and I were still getting dripped on. The Man-cub went down a twisty slide and right into a pool of rain water covering the last foot of the slide. And everything the Man-cub does, the Junebug has to do too.

They were soaked. And they didn't care.

Eventually we left, but didn't go home before we noticed a park with a new playground structure. I looked at the Man-cub and Junebug in the rearview mirror. I wiped at the rain on my face and arms. We were already wet. So....

Yes, we went to the fourth park. Where it was raining. And we were wet and our clothes were sticking to us. And I kind of prayed no one was looking out the windows of their houses bordering the park and cursing the moron mother who would take her kids out to play in the rain.

(But I would have told that busybody it was refreshing not to be sweating and panting in humid 98-degree weather. Which is usually the case here in summer.)

The boys and I played until it really and truly poured. And even then, the Man-cub didn't want to go.

Taking my kids out to play to get soaked in the rain? Craaa-zeee.

But we had fun.

We were happy.

We like crazy.

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Blogger LceeL said...

So? Where's the picture of you? You're going to have to train the Man Cub to take pictures of his Mommy. Just because.

June 29, 2011 at 8:21 AM  
Blogger Freckle Face Girl said...

In the south, rainy weather still means hot. It isn't like they are going to get a cold from it or anything. I think you're sane (as much as a mother can be).

June 29, 2011 at 9:17 AM  
Blogger Madeline said...

Crazy is good. ;) Anyway, I little rain doesn't hurt.

June 29, 2011 at 9:29 AM  
Blogger Jen S. said...

Is that Orchid Park? It's about time they put in a new play structure!!! They took it out MUCH earlier this year. I had a photo shoot there and had told the family there was a play structure for the kids, and when we arrived, nope. No play structure.

June 29, 2011 at 2:35 PM  
Blogger Unknown Mami said...

Crazy fun is better than just plain crazy. I'm sure the kids loved it.

June 29, 2011 at 9:10 PM  
Anonymous Audubon Ron said...

Playing in the rain is crazy?

Hmm, really?


Welp, I must be crazy.

June 30, 2011 at 10:51 AM  
Blogger Nicole said...

Nothing wrong with playing in the rain. Kids aren't sugar, they won't melt. :)

June 30, 2011 at 8:42 PM  

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