But I like being crazy
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.