It took a little while to get it all together, though. I came home with Alden and Milo, from school, still mid-afternoon. Probably a bit before 4:00. We kicked around the house, inside, that is, and kept thinking about how to get outside, and what to do, since it was so nice and all. Somehow though, inertia was at work, and we just couldn’t get it together, and the time was just getting frittered away.
Suddenly, I had a total meltdown (the move has been hard, there have been a few of those): here it was, this beautiful warm day, and we were inside and this lovely warm afternoon was escaping. The meltdown then propelled me into action, and I demanded that we all get in the car, quickly (when Mom loses it, it is amazing how people can sometimes move way faster than normal) , and off we went to Wilson Lake, over in Wilton (all of 15 minutes away), to spend a little time at the beach.
The kids played.
We watched the sunset.
And, everything felt a little better.