It’s cold and snowy outside, and as much as I’ve been wishing for this all winter, I now realize when you’re two weeks away from giving birth, the last thing you want to do is run around after children in the arctic. So we spent a day inside yesterday. All day. Recipe for disaster.
Strangely, it turned out okay.
First, I brought the water table inside. We filled it with warm, bubbly water and I put the kids to work, telling them they could clean all the plastic dishes. Soon they were busy pouring, funneling, and having a great time. This kept them busy for close to an hour. When that grew old, Neko got out the mop and started mopping the floors. This is where my OCD tendencies usually get the best of me, as she was using way too much water, and “cleaning” wouldn’t really be an accurate description of what was going on. Shep had out the broom, and was within inches of knocking half our possessions to the ground.
But, you know, it all turned out okay. Between the water table and the “cleaning”, we managed to kill the entire morning. I even cleaned a little and did a few loads of laundry. Granted, there was that extra load of towels I had to do after I put the kids down for nap, but it was definitely an activity we’ll do again.