I was having a fairly productive afternoon. The sun was out so I decided to paint the trim of our home. Up and down the ladder. Painting, sweating, cursing, getting sore. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with the results. I also put it off for over a year so it was about time to tackle the job.
My wife left with our daughters to go do some summer clothes shopping at the VV Boutique while I slaved away. My son stayed to keep me company/annoy me. He was getting bored. Really bored. I was getting bored going up the ladder and down the ladder. So I made him a deal. At 3pm we would have a freezie and hang out for a bit.
3pm came and I was still up the ladder. He was bored. I looked down and realized that even though he was in my general vicinity, we weren’t having a great day together. I told him to go get the Nerf Guns and that after my break, I’d have a battle with him. Bad decision.
After about five minutes of running around the yard, I realized that I am far too out of shape. Every time I paused for a moment, an onslaught of foam bullets hit me. He was having a great time. His laughter and joy made me glad that I took a moment to allow him to kick my ass. We only battled for about 30 minutes, but it was by far the best part of my day.
Taking a break to be with him means a lot to me. He’s growin up quickly and I don’t want to miss out on the fun.