Adventure Log
Boy did we have an adventure this weekend…
Because we live in the best state ever, our kids get free ski passes and a free lesson in January. We decided to take advantage of said lesson to help them brush up on their snowboarding on January 31 (the last day the free lesson is available) because that’s how we roll.
So we wake up at 5:15 and drive up the hill in between winter storm warnings (picture Mount Everest) with all of the other procrastinators who had the same idea. By the time we arrive at the resort, my Super Hubby’s knuckles are white, but it’s no matter. We’re here! We’re ready to enjoy a day on the slopes! Except we can’t seem to find the right parking lot. We haven’t been to this particular area of this particular resort and so we drive around. And drive around. And drive around on winding mountain roads until Super Hubby breaks down and calls the snowboarding school people. You know that parking lot you passed, they ask. Yeah. You have to go back there and ride the gondola up.
So we wind back down to the very crowded parking lot and breathe a sigh of relief. We made it! This time we’re really here! At this point in the story, it’s important to note that my youngest has always been a puker. He’s as cute as sin with mischievous dimples, but you never know when the boy is going to erupt. Except you can count on it happening during lengthy car trips and also at some of the worst possible times. Sure enough, we get out of the car and youngest spews his egg sandwich all over the parking lot.
At this point, Super Hubby is ready to throw in the towel. Let’s go home, he says. This just isn’t our day. But what do we women always do? Say it with me: we soldier on. We step right over the puke and we keep on going. Somehow, I convince my family to get on the gondola. Everything will be fine! We’ll have a great day on the slopes, I promise.
Everything is not fine.
Five minutes into the ride, youngest’s face starts to cloud over again. His eyes get wide and we quickly abandon ship at the nearest stop off, which is nowhere near where we’re supposed to be for the elusive free lesson.
Now Super Hubby is really done. We need to go home, he insists again. But going home would admit defeat! We can’t go home, I say. Look how far we’ve come! We’re almost there! Somehow, I convince my family to get back on the gondola. This is how much they love me.
So up we go again, youngest closing his eyes and breathing deeply to ward off the motion sickness, and you know what? We make it. We find the place we’re supposed to be. No more getting lost. No more puking. We get to the snowboard school (by now youngest’s color has returned and he can’t wait to get out there). We march them up to the instructor and are putting on their gear when we realize we forgot their goggles.
Super Hubby looks at me. I can see the frustration. And yes, I feel it too. But this is not a problem! We have this magic plastic card that the people in the shop are more than happy to accept. (We were not the first people in the world to forget goggles.) So with brand new goggles protecting their eyes, our resilient boys head out with their new best friend/instructor for the day.
And do you know what Super Hubby and I did? We denied the temptation to go straight into the lodge for a stiff cocktail and we skied. Alone. Together. It was beautiful. There’s nothing quite like swooshing your way down a massive mountain while snow falls lightly all around you and the sun does its best to break through the clouds every once in a while. It was therapy. We needed that.
On the ride home, we crawled along within the interstate’s insane traffic gridlock, tired and slightly slap happy, giggling our way through a conversation about poopsicles. (Don’t ask. This is life when you live with all boys.) But I sat there thinking that this is what life is really about. These little adventures we go on together. These moments of breaking out of the routine. And yes sometimes there’s adversity and you hesitate and question if it’s really worth it, but you also persevere because you know there’s something beautiful to experience somewhere inside of the mess. It was there. We found it because we kept looking. (And because I have quite the stubborn streak.) But even with the hassles, it’s worth it. I want to teach my boys the value of adventuring. No matter what, I want them to keep looking for the beautiful moments inside the messiness of life.
Have you ever had an adventure go awry? Leave a comment and I’ll draw one person to win an advance copy of my upcoming release MORE THAN A FEELING!
Because we live in the best state ever, our kids get free ski passes and a free lesson in January. We decided to take advantage of said lesson to help them brush up on their snowboarding on January 31 (the last day the free lesson is available) because that’s how we roll.
So we wake up at 5:15 and drive up the hill in between winter storm warnings (picture Mount Everest) with all of the other procrastinators who had the same idea. By the time we arrive at the resort, my Super Hubby’s knuckles are white, but it’s no matter. We’re here! We’re ready to enjoy a day on the slopes! Except we can’t seem to find the right parking lot. We haven’t been to this particular area of this particular resort and so we drive around. And drive around. And drive around on winding mountain roads until Super Hubby breaks down and calls the snowboarding school people. You know that parking lot you passed, they ask. Yeah. You have to go back there and ride the gondola up.
So we wind back down to the very crowded parking lot and breathe a sigh of relief. We made it! This time we’re really here! At this point in the story, it’s important to note that my youngest has always been a puker. He’s as cute as sin with mischievous dimples, but you never know when the boy is going to erupt. Except you can count on it happening during lengthy car trips and also at some of the worst possible times. Sure enough, we get out of the car and youngest spews his egg sandwich all over the parking lot.
At this point, Super Hubby is ready to throw in the towel. Let’s go home, he says. This just isn’t our day. But what do we women always do? Say it with me: we soldier on. We step right over the puke and we keep on going. Somehow, I convince my family to get on the gondola. Everything will be fine! We’ll have a great day on the slopes, I promise.
Everything is not fine.
Five minutes into the ride, youngest’s face starts to cloud over again. His eyes get wide and we quickly abandon ship at the nearest stop off, which is nowhere near where we’re supposed to be for the elusive free lesson.
Now Super Hubby is really done. We need to go home, he insists again. But going home would admit defeat! We can’t go home, I say. Look how far we’ve come! We’re almost there! Somehow, I convince my family to get back on the gondola. This is how much they love me.
So up we go again, youngest closing his eyes and breathing deeply to ward off the motion sickness, and you know what? We make it. We find the place we’re supposed to be. No more getting lost. No more puking. We get to the snowboard school (by now youngest’s color has returned and he can’t wait to get out there). We march them up to the instructor and are putting on their gear when we realize we forgot their goggles.
Super Hubby looks at me. I can see the frustration. And yes, I feel it too. But this is not a problem! We have this magic plastic card that the people in the shop are more than happy to accept. (We were not the first people in the world to forget goggles.) So with brand new goggles protecting their eyes, our resilient boys head out with their new best friend/instructor for the day.
And do you know what Super Hubby and I did? We denied the temptation to go straight into the lodge for a stiff cocktail and we skied. Alone. Together. It was beautiful. There’s nothing quite like swooshing your way down a massive mountain while snow falls lightly all around you and the sun does its best to break through the clouds every once in a while. It was therapy. We needed that.
On the ride home, we crawled along within the interstate’s insane traffic gridlock, tired and slightly slap happy, giggling our way through a conversation about poopsicles. (Don’t ask. This is life when you live with all boys.) But I sat there thinking that this is what life is really about. These little adventures we go on together. These moments of breaking out of the routine. And yes sometimes there’s adversity and you hesitate and question if it’s really worth it, but you also persevere because you know there’s something beautiful to experience somewhere inside of the mess. It was there. We found it because we kept looking. (And because I have quite the stubborn streak.) But even with the hassles, it’s worth it. I want to teach my boys the value of adventuring. No matter what, I want them to keep looking for the beautiful moments inside the messiness of life.
Have you ever had an adventure go awry? Leave a comment and I’ll draw one person to win an advance copy of my upcoming release MORE THAN A FEELING!
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