Play time

It has been a busy summer. Sometimes it’s been a good busy, full of family and parties and fun adventures. In the midst of moving, we packed our weekends with fun things to distract us from the craziness. We spent time at the beach, the fair, endless celebrations.

Last weekend, we had a free Saturday. Such a thing has not happened since April. I am not exaggerating.

Every Saturday, Carter wakes up and asks if it’s “Stay Home Day.” He asks this many days, with a bit of hopeful anticipation. On Saturdays, we get to tell him it is and he can barely contain his glee. He sometimes dances, sometimes squeals. The boy loves a Saturday. And I do, too, usually to get up and get out of the house, to go and do and accomplish.

So last weekend, on this illusive free Saturday, I asked him what he wanted to do. I was flipping through the options in my head… taking advantage of our Sea World passes, or the aquarium, maybe the beach or the park, the book store, we could do a craft or science experiments…

His answer? Play. Just play. In our house. Preferably in his pajamas.

I want to accomplish, and sometimes it’s sheer necessity that I need to cram in an entire week’s worth of errands and responsibilities into one day. I have lofty goals of planning the most fun day a family has ever had, and everything must be perfect. But Carter just wants to play and relax and hang out. I have so much to learn from that kid.