Okay… if you google “The Day of Reckoning” you get this…
The Day of Reckoning:
“A time when one’s past mistakes or misdeeds catch up with one.”
“A day at the end of time following armageddon when God will decree the fates of all individual human.”
…annnd this post has absolutely nothing to do with any of that…Now you know.
So things in my life have taken an interesting turn as of late…as usual. As [semi] bad luck would have it, my family is having to relocate. I say “semi” because I’m thankful my civil engineering husband has a job in a crappy economy, and I hate hearing Americans complain.. but anyway.. We’re moving to an even lamer place than Winder-Armpit-of-the-South, Georgia.
See, a few months ago, Daniel took a job a couple of hours South in Perry, Georgia. If Winder is the armpit of the South, I suppose I’d say that Perry is more like the butt crack of the South. At least in Winder we have trees and trails. In Perry, there is nothing more for an outdoors junkie to see than a vast empty wasteland of flat ugly brown fields… No trailrunning. No rock climbing. No exploring. No hiking. No mountains. None of this:
Without sounding too terribly much like a trailrunning brat, no one in our family is excited to move to Perry. But since we have mouths to feed, at the end of the school year we’re making the move. …And leaving life as we know it behind!
Imagining our life without a daily dose of trails straight up blows. Of course I’ll have a good attitude, make the most of it, set a good example for the kids, and be thankful for a place to live. But deep down — not gonna lie — I’m sad. All four of us are.
Ehhh, it is what it is…
Since the concrete decision was made, we’ve all been kinda moping around the house, with a general “blah” written all over our faces.
I HATE THOSE KIND OF DAYS!
But I love life way too freakin’ much to let those type of days play out without making an effort to change it. So on Sunday, after a weekend of BLAH, enough was enough. We were all sitting on the couch quietly, and I started randomly shouting:
“Enough of this!!!! It’s time for the day of reckoning!!!!!”
I honestly have no idea where it came from. I just shouted it.
Since everyone is so used to my randomness, no one even batted an eyelash.
Okay… they’re not listening.
“I said it’s the freakin’ day of reckoning!!!!!”
Finally Brett caved and asked, “What the heck is the day of reckoning, Mom?”
I had no clue what the day of reckoning was. All I knew was that we needed some fun and spontaneity in our lives. So I cooked up a random idea and started barking orders.
“I’m not saying what the day of reckoning is. Everybody grab a jacket and go wait for me in the car.”
At this point Daniel was looking at me like I was crazy. I told him I needed 10 minutes and I’d be outside….
When everyone was in the car, I reached into my stash of fun stuff and found some water balloons….yesss..perfect… But there were no plans for a water balloon fight.
Back note: A long time ago, after I came clean from Meth, I struggled with ways to feel like I was being rebellious and crazy without actually doing anything illegal…. Enter throwing water balloons at random things while driving…. No idea why I started doing this, but I used to do it all the time. And actually now that I think about it, it probably is illegal in some way, but whatever. Ignore that.
So I made these bad boys while everyone waited, and I brought them out to the car:
(Tools for The Day of Reckoning.)
The kids looked at me and the balloons with a face that said “What the crap is wrong with this woman” and “My mom is awesome” at the same time.
I looked at everyone with a serious glare and said, “The day of reckoning is upon us. It’s time to blast signs with water balloons.”
Dan started cracking up, and Brett and Brooklyn just looked at me and started laughing. And with that I handed everyone a balloon, and laid out a few rules:
1.) Never throw a balloon at a living creature or mailbox.
2.) Never throw a balloon when cars are driving by.
3.) We have to drive back by and pick up the balloon carcasses.
4.) Never tell anyone we did this.. especially your grandparents.
5.) You have to shout THE DAY OF RECKONING before launching a balloon.
And so the very first Day of Reckoning commenced on a little Georgia back road on a cold Sunday afternoon…and it was awesome.
Prepare yourselves for the footage:
Sometimes, you have to say “screw it all” and just have some fun. If that means teaching your kids to throw water balloons at country road signs to burst bad moods and boredom–so be it. Life is for living. Go for it.