We've had a hard time getting Bubba outside this summer. His deathly fear of bees and wasps, combined with the heat and the no grass outside have turned him into an indoor slug. Which drives me bonkers. You might remember that I attended a summer camp for most of my life that some would compare to nicer prison camps in terms of their putting up with whiners. So, I too have little tolerance for whiners.
"It's too hot!" Bubba whines.
"No, it's not. We're all going outside. Let's go!"
"There's a wasp!" he shrieks.
"Just stand still, don't swat at him and he'll go away."
"I want to watch cartoons!" again with the whine.
"You've been watching cartoons all morning. It's time to go outside. Go! Now. Go do boy stuff. Look at bugs. Pick up sticks. Throw rocks. I don't care. Just get outside."
Yesterday was one of those days. We spent a good bit of the day outside even thought it was a mite toasty out there. Mr. Daddy and I emptied out our rented storage unit and moved everything into the Most Expensive Shed Ever (a story for a later date). The kids and I pulled some weeds. By the end of the day we were all sweaty and exhausted.
Today, after church, Mr. Daddy had one small project for outside. After he came in he grabbed some iced tea and said "Whew. It's hot out there. That's it for me. I'm staying inside the rest of the day."
"Ha ha!" Bubba crowed. "I told you one day you'd be like me!"
6 years ago