There was still more fun to come. I picked up Evie and Dani from school. My girls walked into the house, dumped their backpacks, and immediately changed clothes, only because that’s what they do every day.
The kids all foraged for snacks, then I got down to business, “OK, let’s get your reading and homework done quickly so you can go play.” And with that simple statement, Dani made a mad dash for the back door, followed by my other three bandits.
I headed out to corral the kiddos and noticed something spectacular. Raspberries. Lots of them! I love raspberries and this NEVER happens. My children are like enormous hungry bugs that inhale every last raspberry and blackberry, sometimes even the green ones.
But! The kids were happily playing a homework diversion game, completely oblivious to the latest raspberry development.
I casually strolled over to the raspberries and picked, maybe two, when I hear a loud yelp from Dani, then, “Look at Mom! Raspberries! It’s the mother load!!!”
I kindly let the kids eat and play for another twenty minutes outside. I know, I should NOT have allowed my girls to play after saying it was time to do homework, but I do like to stay consistent with my parenting inconsistencies. It was such a beautiful day!
Our yard is gated and I left the back door wide open so I could hear any catastrophe. You may remember the last time I did this, it did not end well. But my kids were happy, giggling, giggling, a lot of giggling.