A Good Place

Never, never before have I enjoyed the children's museum as a parent. They give me anxiety. I want the toys clean and organized.

I want to put the toys in the correct area and

then play with them myself. I want all the kids to play my way.

They make me paranoid that I might loose a child or that my child might ruin something or hurt someone or even get hurt

(Gracie split her chin open at the Tree House).

I had to giggle when I saw Gretchen come around the front of that fire truck wearing the big fire jacket and

helmet and all that fluff springing out the bottom.

{A perfect place to wear a pettiskirt}

Tonight it was different. I enjoyed myself. I am in a good place.

My kids are easier to watch and easier to enjoy.