For Mothers' Day, I decided that I wanted to go on a picnic.
For those of you who live in places where the climate in the spring and summer is of 75°F perfection, you will view the previous sentence as rather anticlimactic; something on par to hearing that for my special day I would take a bubble bath instead of showering. Or forgo plastic in favour of paper.
And to you, I say: I understand.
Then there are those of you who have experienced the inferno that is generally Houston from May 1st through October 31st. You have raised an eyebrow: "Picnic?" I can hear you saying. "The heat has most assuredly addled your brain, Karen."
And to you, I also say: I understand.
But this weekend, storms blew through the city, dropping the temperature and the humidity to something less than Danté's Hell, so we packed up a cooler and headed to Discovery Green, the urban park in downtown Houston.
It seems every other mom in the Houston area had the same idea. But it was all good.
I totally forgot to bring a towel with us so that Alex could play in the water. Oops. Next time.
Bless her heart, she got over her disappointment. What a kid.