My imagination is always getting me in trouble. Well, not really trouble, but it frequently lets me down.
I always create these perfect visions of how family outings are going to go, and rather than looking like a scene from Mary Poppins they are generally more like The Ultimate Fighter.
Once on a trip to Salt Lake, I imagined a beautiful afternoon walking around Temple Square with my two kids (and Jane in my belly). I just knew that we were going to bask in the lovely spring sun and drink up all the blossoms and tulips and joy. And instead I ended up dragging a screaming, tantruming 4 year old (and my bulging pregnant belly) down three city blocks back to our hotel. (While my sweet little 2 year old Boy trailed quietly behind.)
And I am not making this up when I say that one of the homeless men holding up his cardboard sign gave me a look that said, “Dang, I feel sorry for you, Lady.” FAIL.
So, the adorable picture I had in my head didn’t come to fruition. And instead I got a lot of pictures of her playing, plus a few annoyed expressions like this. ^
See, there’s the blanket in this shot. ^ Wouldn’t it have been a cute picture? Can you envision all the lavender loveliness in your head? I can.
Maybe next time.