Matt called me around 4:00 yesterday, saying he was leaving work. this is early for him, but I guess it wa prom night at the school he's working on, so it was best just to get outta town. He wanted us to go somewhere, but he was being kind of vague out his plans. Turns out it was a great plan, how can one argue with this:
He went home and packed up a dinner for all of us, and then took the kids fishing at a local conservation area. I joined them as soon as I got home and enjoyed a few (tall?) tales about what they had caught before breaking for dinner.
The great thing about this fishing hole is that the fish are plentiful and easy to catch. I guess Roddie actually did catch a bass of some sort that was a good size, though the majority of the kits were small bluefish called sunnies.
Both Rod and Norah seemed pretty into the whole enterprise, no doubt supported by actually catching fish! It was field day at Norah's school, so she's got a kitty-cat face paint job on, which I think really enhanced the whole fishing experience.
We made it back home before dark and before anyone had a meltdown, though we were cutting it close. It's been a long time since we've felt like we've been living life and not a slave to the house in one way or another. I joke that we have PTSD from the whole experience, which isn't that far from the truth. It feels like this spring, we're finally getting back to normal... with 2 kids and 2 working parents, normal is busy enough, but it includes things like fishing (on his own and with the kids) more already this year than in the past couple combined, and we're gearing up for a fun summer!
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