Almost 12 years.
Daddy Roo and I have been married nearly 12 years… yet we just bought our first patio furniture set.
I’m actually not really sure how we made it this long without outdoor furniture. When hubby was in grad school, we were too poor for one. Then we moved to Arizona. We ate out a lot and spent our money on traveling or hiking gear. Then we moved to an apartment in Durham for six months so we didn’t have space.
And finally our house in Raleigh. It was the first place where we actually had a good place for furniture but our first summer in this house was, um, three years ago. Sometimes we’d bring our folding card table outside and on occasion the kids and I have even just eaten lunch on a blanket on the porch.
But THIS WAS THE YEAR. The year for all the glory of finally having a normal place to sit outside and eat.
To enjoy the warm breeze while we casually sip on beers. To eat some grilled chicken and hear the birds chirp. To have the kids be so excited by the prospect of eating outside that they’d sit perfectly still and devour their food while we all laugh and talk and smile.
UM, YEAH RIGHT.
I’m not sure where I had gotten this picture-perfect event of eating outside into my mind. After all, we have two kids under six.
The kids were WAY excited about eating outside so it started off okay.
But once we actually got outside, it all went downhill. It was TOO different and too distracting.
Little Roo, who is usually sitting in a booster seat (strapped in, mind you) just wanted to walk around, throw balls and go down the steps into the yard.
Big Roo took his squirminess to new heights. And of course he spilled his milk all over the place.
It was a dinner full of “No, don’t do that,” “Watch it!”, Be careful!” and “SIT STILL.”
I’m not sure why I expected the relaxing, perfect dinner outside. After all, long gone are the days of pleasant evening dinners.
But I had a sliver of optimism that it was possible.
Maybe in about five years.