Never ever EVER have an indoor picnic
Is there anything nicer than a picnic on a summer day? Eating outside can even make a fairly boring sandwich seem like something special.
So the plan was to have a picnic in the garden today, but after endless sunny days, it rained this morning. Our first mistake was telling Freyja yesterday that we were going to have a picnic, however the biggest, most stupid mistake ever was having an “indoor picnic”.
Picnics are definitely exciting for small children. Indoor picnics are even more exciting. Over-excited children eating inside are not a great combination, but sat at a table there are boundaries. Small children physically restrained in their chair and older ones remaining in their seat as that’s just what is done when eating a meal at the table. Even the edge of the table is a boundary as food going off the edge is lost.
No such boundaries exist for an indoor picnic.
We put a large tablecloth on the lounge floor. And there was a moment when both girls were sat on this, with a paper plate in front of them munching on a falafel. This was only the briefest of moments, when I still naively believed that this was a good idea as by the time I had gone to the kitchen and back with sandwiches, it was a different story.
Emily had realised she could crawl around with food in her hands and hanging out of her mouth and a hyper Freyja was excitedly crawling/rolling/running around. Emily thought big sister was the funniest thing ever, which just encouraged even more exuberant behaviour in Freyja.
In only a few minutes falafels had been knelt on and squashed, random bits of meat had been thrown across the room and there were crumbs EVERYWHERE, both on and off the tablecloth. It was carnage. The only thing I could do was laugh hysterically at our stupidity – the alternative was to sob uncontrollably and I was not going to let my daughters reduce me to a blubbering wreck.
Please don’t make the same mistake as we did – picnics are definitely for outdoors only.