Looking to escape a frustration-filled morning, I took the girls for one last day of swimming in Dwight. I am happy to report that there were no puking incidents, and a day in the sun pulled me out of my sour mood almost completely.
Upon returning home I bathed the girls, gave them a snack, and then hit the road for a long overdue run. It was hot and I didn't log the distance I was hoping for, but that bit of solitary exercise burst my bad mood bubble for good.
In order to keep the Good Mood Train chugging along, I announced to The General that we would be dining out this evening. We drove to the village of Braidwood for a Rt. 66 dining experience at the Polka Dot diner. Bacon cheeseburgers, onion rings, and ice cream is certainly a menu that keeps a smile on my face (and renders the earlier run completely pointless).
As we were nearing the city limits of our tri-village area, I asked The General if we could take a little detour in order to check out an advertised camp ground in the area. Veering off the beaten path naturally led to immediate inquiries from the backseat; the girls were told we were going for a drive and to just sit back, relax, and enjoy. The "campground" is the first I've ever seen with permanent trailers and mailboxes at the end of several site's lanes. We will not be visiting there anytime soon.
As we got on the road that would lead us back home, The General and I decided soon after to drive to the next town over to peruse the car lot inventory, and it was at that point that I had to unleash the "Do I need to tell your dad to stop this car so I can spank your butt?" threat for violation (again, my God) of the keep-your-hands-and-feet-to-yourself rule.
Four car lots toured, several picture messages sent to The MC, twice as many complaints of itchiness/windiness/sleepiness from the backseat.
On this little Sunday adventure, I realized that the Circle of Life rings true once again. Ice cream treats, going for rides of unknown purpose, touring car lots as the sun sets, threatening children within an inch of their lives? We have officially become our parents.