It has been virtually impossible not to contract a mild dose of cabin fever these past few days. Rain has steadily fallen since Wednesday and not a hint of sunshine in sight. If anything though, the boys have really impressed me with their behaviour, given the fact they're bottled up inside constantly. We exhausted the local Westfield play area in under twenty minutes yesterday. Crowded, squashy, limited. Those areas really are only designed for a quick pop in/pop out distraction to the task of shopping.
Then today, our arranged play date took an interesting turn, when my friend and I arrived kid laden, to a darkened, closed, indoor playland, with a notice stating 'Under New Management, currently being refurbished'... or some such nonsense. Not at all what we were wanting to see, as we stood all languid and soggy, under drizzling skies. Plan B, was back to our place, where the kids darted here and there, scattering toys and cushions and having a great old time playing together. Still no outdoor play, but the company, just what we needed, to break the stretch of monotony. I do love good friends, who come to the rescue like that.
So now, I continue to dream of those hot summery days, just three weeks ago... and my chubby bubbies plonked on their towels, in the raw, at the glorious Coolum Beach, Queensland.