serendipity

A couple days ago, I'd had it. Both kids were screaming, the house was a disaster, and my brain was mush. Tale as old as time as far as two kids go: when one was ready to get outside, the other was ready for a nap. So as a last possible resort and a final attempt to regain (or perhaps find) some sort of meaning to the chaotic mess that has become my everyday life... I did what I've needed to do for quite some time.

I dropped everything.

I threw a couple diapers and wipes in the stroller, grabbed a sippy cup for Robs and we took off. You may have heard us as we ran. Enrique was wailing at the top of his lungs.

But it seems like when you reach the breaking point, and throw your hands up in a mixture of hopelessness and exasperation... something magical happens and things begin to work out.

After a couple blocks, Enrique stopped screaming and fell asleep. Robs started looking around and pointing out the squirrels... and I slowly started to feel a bit like myself again.

The bridge turned out to be a hidden treasure and is atleast two times more fun than it looks. Four times as much if you're only two feet tall. Add a stroller, a run, and a quick stop at the park and you get a serendipitous mixture of "just what we needed." For a quick moment, life was quite perfect.