My time? I wish.
You know they say when you have kids your priorites change? Well I knew that was true but I was still surprised this weekend. On Saturday, I went with the family to do some sledding. It was probably 60 degrees with lots of sun. There was not a lot of snow, but at the sledding slope, they had manmade snow. We had a lot of fun. ON our last run down, Matthew and I flipped off the tube and I landed on him, sliding down the hill about 15 feet. He scraped up his back a bit and told me he never wanted to go tubing again, until he was a grown up.
The next day we had about 4 inches of fresh snow by noon. He was in the backyard sledding nonstop. When the other kids or adults would come in to warm up, he was still out there. I decided I would go snowboarding for the afternoon before heading home. I put the chains on the car, loaded the board, dressed all up and then went to the backyard to get my goggles from Matthew who was having fun wearing them while he was sledding.
He had finally stepped inside and was taking his clothes off. "Daddy, are going to go sledding with me now?"
"No, I was . . ."
"Please, Daddy. You haven't gone sledding with me yet today."
"Ummm," And then I saw that look in his eyes. The one that usually is followed by him saying I am the best Daddy he has ever had (a statement with its own weird connotation). "Okay, let's go sledding."
So I didn't get to the slopes all weekend. Instead I went sledding on a small hill at the house we were staying at. Afterwards, I had hot cocoa with him and then loaded up the car.
Had to use chains all the way back down the mountain, but we got home safe. Maybe next year.
