The Great Outside
Updated: May 3
There is something special about fresh air.
I think I found a solution to the stir crazy I mentioned the other day...go outside...as much as possible.
Spending extra time outside over the past couple few days has greatly helped my sanity. The kids behave much better too. It becomes increasingly obvious as soon as we go back inside and the fighting and crying resumes instantaneously.
As I write this, I am sitting outside the front door in my beach chair while Hope is talking to a pine cone, riding on her scooter bug, and playing in the bushes. It was the only cure after she spent 15 minutes screaming because, "Bubby looked at me!"
We've clearly been cooped up too long. I think that everybody is on everybody's last nerve.
The power of outside is almost magical. Even if it is just a short migration from the living room to the back deck, there is something in the air that makes everything significantly better.
Sure, the parks are closed, and Santa Cruz will fine me $1000 if we get caught trying to sneak over the hill to go to the beach, but that doesn't mean we have to stay behind locked doors.
Go for a walk. Go for a drive with the windows down. Or just open the door, pull up a chair, and take a deep breath of the good stuff.