Daylight savings has given the boys another lease on life. An extra, other lease on life. Like their little boy energy has stepped up yet another gear into over-overdrive. Every time I turn around, there is a new activity underway.
Ninja rolls and throws on the trampoline. Check.
Tennis on the back lawn (thanks to Totem tennis and half-sized racquets). Check.
Viking rescue boat/raid on small, imaginary village. Check.
Soccer game on modified backyard field. Check.
Rugby passing next to the compost bins. Check.
General rampaging around the house. Check.
And all before 6pm.
Most of these activities seem to require an outfit change. One can simply not kick a soccer ball, for instance, unless one is wearing the correct footwear. And one can simply not put said footwear away immediately after said kick because one is busy slipping into one’s Ninja outfit.
The pile of shoes beside the back door is mounting. An untidy mess of laces and wellies, sandals and sneakers.
I should do something about it. But one is too busy being in awe of the energy levels of children.
Right up until the moment when they hit the wall, meltdown, are thrown into bed and crash out as soon as their heads hit the pillow. Only to begin again at the crack of dawn the next day.
Ah yes, daylight savings. Don’t you just love it?
Are your kids throwing themselves into the opportunities offered by daylight savings?