So the other day, we'd just arrived home after a busy morning doing crap like shopping and paying bills, when Miss 7 announced she'd love a picnic lunch.
Now, I didn't feel like packing up kids, blankies and food and driving somewhere when we'd just landed home.
But she did her sweet pouty face, and so I compromised.
We had a picnic at the parkland at the bottom of our street.
It was easy, as we already had all the fixings at home, and the excited kids were happy to help me pack it up and carry it down the road. And hey, if eating outdoors meant they would eat well, I was all for it. And the bonus? Very little washing/cleaning up.
A couple of the neighbourhood kids spontaneously joined us, and a fun afternoon was had by all.
Being mindful, the kids and I lay back for a bit and studied the clouds as they moved across the sky. We felt the breeze sofly carressing our bodies, and relished the firmness of the ground beneath us. And for a few minutes, everyone was peaceful and happy.
I am sure the neighbours think I'm some hippy psycho mumma, but it works for us.
It's a cliche, but the simple things in life are often the best ...and create wonderful memories.
Impromptu picnic princess