It amazes me sometimes how I forget that the simplest things can be the most pleasing and enjoyable ones. There are days that I can’t seem to keep my girls happy no matter what toy we play with or what games we come up with. That’s usually when I know it’s time to get out of the house. The trouble is, we don’t always have the car. I have no problem with taking the girls outside, except that when we go outside it isn’t into a backyard or a forest or anything remotely close to it. It’s a busy street with cars, loud noises and stores. On this day we did got for a walk up and down our street but when we came back I decided to take the girls down the side of our building where there is a bit of greenery.
Lucy especially loves being outside and this is where my guilt comes in at not having a real place for her to play in the fresh air. There are only so many times that we can go up to my mum’s and use her backyard..what we really desire is our own home. A place where our kids can run around freely without fear of them running into the main road. This causes a bit of conflict within myself funnily enough, because I consider myself to be a city girl for the most part. We grew up in suburbia, really. Near to hospitals, coffee shops, schools and convenience.
Ben on the other hand, had a cow in his backyard and lived about 15 minutes away from town. He would happily buy us a home with at least an acre and live in the middle of nowhere. I’ve told him that unless it was within 5-10 minutes of espresso that I wasn’t interested. Call me crazy, but seeing as how I’m the one home all day with the girls surely we need things to do! I imagine that there is lots to do when you have your own driveway or backyard or woods on your property but it’s been so long since I was a kid that it intimidates me a little, this idea of getting out there and playing in the yard. I’m sure that this sounds silly to most and I’m OK with that.