There is a little park down our street, only about 1/4 mile away. In the 6 months that we’ve lived here we’ve never gone. I don’t know why. Our neighborhood is average, safe and quiet. I’ve always been a little wary of going by myself with the girls for some unknown reason.
Yesterday I was having an “I have to get out of this house” moment so we went. It wasn’t half bad. I mean it definitely wasn’t our park we normally frequent, which is shiny and new. But it was quiet and sunny and the girls really enjoyed it.
Our days seem to be in slow motion lately. We are enjoying the holidays but things are quiet, Jon is working alot and the girls and I often find ourselves looking for something to do. We go outside often, make random trips to Target and do pretty much anything else that is entertaining.
I find myself wishing I had play groups and activities to go to. I feel like I should be doing more to socialize ,especially Emma. But then I sit back and realize that these slow, unscheduled days are numbered. I won’t always be able to pick up and say “Let’s go to the park!”
So I’m trying to sit back, relax and just enjoy these park days with my girls .