Roughhousing
I began the morning by deciding not to get out of bed and so then when I turned over and saw it was already 7:40, I knew I was doomed. Doomed to not have any time to read my paper, drink my tea in peace, or for that matter have a moment to gather myself before the energy level of a fast moving freight train steamrolled into me.
That would be a 2.5 year old toddler name Tin.
So after trying everything I could think of this morning, we headed to the park to run, climb, and rough house only Tin just wanted to swing and that wasn’t going to take care of the whirly twirly toddler energy that was causing all of this disruption.
Luckily we came home to find my neighbors’ kids playing football in the yard and so tackle, fetch, hut one, hut two and suddenly we had some of that energy getting dispelled. Some of it.
