It's not always joy and peace and beauty and truth. Sometimes, we're sitting in a living room littered with neglected toys, watching annoying shows on Netflix and the kids are starving ALL THE TIME and we have to come up with healthful snacks and sometimes apples and cucumbers and cheese sticks suck.
Welcome to our Friday evening.
The children were tired, hungry and cranky: the trifecta of doom. I promised them that we were going to have a fun picnic of delicious pizza on a farm and everything would be OK. We'll just wait until Laura comes home and watch the millionth episode of "Shake it up Chicago" and then we'll go. I promise.
Apparently, Laura and her crew had to plant a giant Sequoia the size of the Eiffel Tower, because it was taking them forever and a year to be done with it. I ran out of snacks and patience and the cranky got crankier and I started drinking wine on an empty stomach because what other option did I have?
Finally, Laura came home around six thirty, which is around tomorrow in kid-time. All the snacks were depleted. Fiona was still craving frozen Red Baron pizza and whining about how she could have had two slices by now and why do we have to go to a farm to eat? Her life is so HARD.
But I was not going to let the grumps get in the way of my idyllic vision of the Pizza on the Farm scenario. I packed the half empty bottle of wine and some utensils and we were on our way to Hawkins Family Farm. And we were going to have fun, dammit.
|Cyd found a few barn cats and was content chasing them around.|
|The pizzas are baked in a wood-fired brick oven and feature locally-sourced, all natural ingredients. They were delicious.|
|First bite. She's still cranky.|
|Things are looking up.|
|No more crankiness here.|
|Something supernatural is chasing Laura. The truth is out there, people.|
|Where has my baby gone?|
The wide open spaces of nature are unquestionably therapeutic. Sometimes, you just need to get out there and every shred of stress dissipates. Pizza also helps.