Sometimes we get stuck in a rut. An "every morning for the last three mornings, we haven't gotten out of our PJ's yet and there are still no groceries in the house" kind of rut. Toys are strewn from room to room, the dishes are piling and the furthest we've ventured is the backyard.
Then you start feeling the guilt. The "I am stunting my children of the experiences this world has to offer, oh god we're eating Annies noodles for lunch AGAIN, what are we, shut INS?" kind of guilt.
I'd like to believe these ruts are for a reason. A re-energizing period for our bodies and our souls, often after a busy weekend, busy week or busy month. A time of reflection on what has passed or even a time of preparation for what is about to come.
Sometimes, I think it's a way for me to focus completely on my family and their imminent needs, like meals and cuddling and what stories we should read next. I feel it from my kids too, that some days they would much rather spend the afternoon on puzzles or play dough than outside socially. And we all get to know eachother a little more, have more time for eachother, less hurry.
Nevertheless, after about day three of our homebound state, I start to feel like it's becoming a rut, and perhaps the sun shines a bit brighter that day, or the changing season beckons us to come outside and explore. And so we get dressed and pack a snack and some tea, and with a new sense of recharge, my family and I step outside, ready again to be with the world.
The other day that was Cate's Park. A beautiful trail along the inlet, and at the end is a crumbling stone structure that the children are convinced is a castle.
And the adventure begins again.