Misadventures of the outdoor mom
It’s been a hot minute since the girls and I went outside and stomped around in the woods, so even though both girls are battling colds we headed out. I’m not going to say it was a mistake, because it was really nice for a little bit, but it definitely could have gone better. This is what happens when you try to be an outdoor mom.
Olivia was in a terrible mood before we left, which was red flag that I ignored. We drove down to check out Three Creeks Metro Park. When we got there we hit up the playground first. I was hoping to finish the coffee that I optimistically packed, but instead Olivia ordered me to play Octonauts. The game is that you basically just say and do whatever she tells you. I have no idea what was happening in this game, but my participation was deemed passing.
When I could no longer make sense of my Octonauts role I gently suggested (ok, strong armed) the girls into walking the trail around the turtle pond. I may have oversold the turtle angle, and I was chastised repeatedly for my mistake. #sillymom. BUT they did manage to have a great time throwing rocks and sticks into the water.
For a little while it was a magical afternoon. They collected leaves, played together, and exclaimed over nature. I was winning at the mom game for sure.
Things started to go south when Abby fell and got mud on her hands. We never quite recovered.
I attempted to rally the troops and led the girls to the nature play area. Olivia did NOT want to have anything to do with it.
“Mom. But what if there are birds there. I don’t want there to be any birds” – Direct quote from Liv. Ummmmm. How do I even? I mean. Why? Why is this a thing we are freaking out about right now? So I’m like, ok we will just walk down this lovely nature path instead. NOPE.
That made her even more mad, and she commenced a full on crying tantrum about wanting to go back to the play area. Abby. bless her sweet soul, kept trying to comfort Olivia but the train had left the station. I knew at that point I had lost control, so I decided to just quit this outing.
The journey back to the car was complete with wailing preschooler in tow, screaming that she was “NOT TIRED” and “DID NOT NEED A REST IN THE CAR”. This same child was asleep before we left the parking lot.
The day was capped by the delightful experience of taking these two bundles of joy to the grocery store. It was every bit as fun as it sounds.