Life is like a kite

It is a beautiful, bright, clear, day with a little wind. It is perfect for staying outside, enjoying a picnic and maybe flying a kite.

We set out to do exactly that this afternoon, but as I am finding out, nothing is that straight forward with two children who are so vastly different than each other in age and needs.

We got our kites, snack, I changed and fed the baby. It was her nap time, so I thought she would nap for a bit in her stroller which I parked at the edge of our football field and I would fly our kite with K (who loves flying kites).

5 minutes later, baby was wailing like someone was killing her and I realized I did not know how to fly a kite.

Not one to give up so easily, I spent the next hour trying, and the baby crying!

K shifted his attention between the kite (every time it would fly and go really high) and a bag of chips (when it crashed down a few seconds later).

Trying to, fly a kite, ignore a wailing baby, keep an eye on K and yelling to get his attention every time I got the kite up in the air, was so stressful, that I did not realize other people might be watching us.

Nothing more frustrating than, "concerned" middle-aged lady out for a walk or whatever, glaring at you failing to do pretty much everything, from across the field. (Why is this woman yelling at her child, while her baby cries like a tortured wolf cub). I eventually gave up, picked up the baby, and K resumed his bag of chips. She decided to leave. I am so glad she did not walk up to me and say anything, because I am not sure if I could have stopped myself from stabbing her aorta with my kite spine.

Anyway. The moral of the story is, no matter how much I try to convince myself I can do everything, I cannot.

After giving up, I made the 5 minute drive back home and of course the baby had decided to now go in to a deep sleep. K was in a great mood today though and I couldn't help drawing lots of depressing parallels between my kite flying skills and my life in general. (My life is like a kite that never really took off or this worldly life is like a kite that soars for a bit and then comes crashing down and so on and so forth).

So we are back home each of us in front of our respective computers. I am typing this post, while K plays his ABC game.

I did however teach myself how to fly a kite.

It is a really nice day outside.