So we all know how much I (don’t) love the weekends they completely throw a spanner in the routine they do and this weekend was no different. I guess that will change once the boys start activities on the weekend and then I will just hate the school holidays then. So this week whilst I was musing about my misspent youth (now that I’m almost thirty freaking five) and how often I would pub crawl on a Saturday night compared to the now; Saturday nights and Scooby and the gang, I had an idea. A park crawl. A park crawl as opposed to a pub crawl. Not as equally exciting or as intoxicating for me but fun all the same. A park crawl. A perfect way to spend a fantastic summers day; a perfect way to fill in another day until FIFO husband is home.
There are some fantastic parks (some with some great walking tracks) in the area so I picked four including one skate park (the only one in the area for us) which would be good for bigger kids should you also decide to have a park crawl of your own. I packed breakfast, morning tea and lunch, so a little planning is required as is packing the car of scooters. I didn’t tell the boys just piled them into the car as soon as they woke. We went so early to get to the skate park before the bigger kids got there and my boys got it in the way and before it go to hot. I will say despite the typical stereotype image of skater kids I have met so many nice kids there polite and well mannered any mum would be proud. However my boys attempting to do there tricks not matter how cute to me is nothing but painful for a teenager.
We went from park to park picnicking breakfast, morning tea and lunch (my favourite part). The boys had a ball. I got to read a little when I wasn’t playing and some in depth discussions where had over cold pizza. I loved it. I was told over and over again they loved me. The planning was well worth it. The best part some lessons were learnt thanks to watching other naughty children…now boys that’s why we don’t hit each other with sticks and that’s what happens when some mum’s don’t get cranky enough. So the boys played and played till they could play no more and I have woken this morning without a hangover. Perfect, I can’t wait to-do it again when fife husband is home.
