The horror of... Outside!
I have mulled over this numerous times, and now I’m putting it in writing:
WHAT is it with skids having such intense hatred (or fear?) of being... outside?
Is it just MY skids, or are there others?
Last weekend, skids (who regularly choose to shut themselves in their tiny bedroom all weekend long - another topic altogether that I will never comprehend, seeing as being made to stay in my bedroom as a child for even an hour felt like unbearable torture), were roughhousing in their bedroom.
The rule in our home is “inside is for quiet activities, and outside is for roughhousing and running around.” Our fenced yard is 2 acres with many shade trees, a pool, an area to shoot pellet guns and arrows, and plenty of room for pick-up sports games.
DH had enough of constantly reminding skids to stop roughhousing inside, and sent them outside last sunday. Well, you would think he made them crawl through a sewer or man a no-return mission to Mars!
The two of them moped around and made themselves absolutely miserable outside. It was a beautiful day with a cool breeze and sunshine, and no bugs, but by the way skids looked/acted, one would guess it to be 110 degrees, or perhaps a hailstorm in progress.
They couldn’t wait to get back inside and shut themselves back up in their box of a bedroom..?
What is the deal here?