Apr 27 2009
Dull, grey, and that’s just the weather.
I had plans for today. I was going to take my son down the park. Toddlers have so much excess energy, and living in a flat, with a Dad who moans about the noise doesn’t provide him with much of an outlet.
Yesterday’s weather was beautiful, but I promised myself I wasn’t going to plan in advance for today. But after an hour down the park, and seeing how much Daz was enjoying himself, I couldn’t help it. “We’ll come back down tomorrow,” I promise. Bad Mummy. I had to break that promise. That is unless sunlight magically bursts through those ominous grey clouds.
See, it’s payday as well, and I haven’t taken him to the nature centre for a while. And once I realised I had a little bit of money left over, I thought “Ooooh, a trip out would be nice.” Bad Kim! What’ve I told myself, time and time again about hoping for the weather to hold up?
Note to self. Plans for tomorrow including splashing in puddles, and possibly building an ark. Does reverse psychology work on Mother Nature?
