My daughter’s favourite thing to do on weekend mornings is, well, nothing. After a busy week at school, the lure of TV, toys, and time to play makes her tough to drag out of the house sometimes. But it’s a beautiful day today, and I think we were all in the mood to do something. When I asked her what she wanted to do today, expecting to hear the usual pitch for free time, the first thing out of her mouth was “Go bowling?” Not quite what I expected *g*, but it’s something we haven’t done in ages, so what the hell. Off we went to our local bowling alley, where we dutifully donned our rented shoes.
I’m a terrible bowler, but I ignore that reality and just have fun. We cheer for each other, jump up and down when we actually do well, and generally make fools of ourselves for a couple of hours. It was great. And taking the time to do it made it seem much easier to come home and get back to work, somehow.