The plan that backfired

On Saturday, we ventured to an indoor (and very cool) play place at a local church. The hours are very limited, so we were excited to see they were open a couple hours on Saturday mornings. We were excited for a few reasons. One, we want the kids to have fun and there is only so much you can do in the winter. Two, because of those few things, there's only so much that doesn't require an entire day pilgrimage. Three, because some of the simpler trips involve far too many germs (this place is relatively clean and doesn't get the same traffic as many other similar places). Four, it is FREE. Five, it is large so there is room for lots of fun but not too large so as we could loose one (seriously, that is a possibility, as quick as they are) and it has a door to confine them regardless. Six, and probably the main reason, because we wanted to wear out their little rear ends so they all three would take a nap, thus allowing mom and dad much needed time to get something... ANYTHING... done.

The boys loved it. For an hour and a half, they ran, they climbed (the structure had at least four levels), they laughed, they yelled, they ran and climbed some more, they even colored (they had tables with crayons and paper out), they had a great time. We ran, we laughed, we climbed (okay only Steve climbed for one rescue mission) and we had a great time. At the end, we were ALL worn out.

Afterwards, we ate lunch and promptly put them down for a nap. Then they ran, they climbed, they laughed, they yelled, and they ran and climbed some more (thankfully no coloring happened considering). Yes, no napping. We tried for over an hour to convince them that they needed to sleep. They would get quiet and then it started all over.

Needless to say, we got nothing done around the house (aside from more exercise running up and down the stairs and frazzled nerves). On the flip side, the boys had a fun morning. One out of two ain't bad I guess.