When my son was about three or maybe four we went out to a Jazz Festival that was being held about two hours from where we live.
My niece, sister in law and nephew came with and we all piled into the car I had then which was a new Renault Scenic.
We went there as my husband was playing piano with a few different bands so we thought we might make a day of it. The festival is family friendly and geared for everyone. This is the link as to where it is held.
So, we got there with our picnic basket packed, picnic rug and chairs and found ourselves the perfect place under a shady tree where we made ourselves comfortable.
The sun was shining, there was the sound of music through the air, the gardens were lush and green and children played on an open lawn just near us. To make the day more perfect, there were a few peacocks strutting around and showing their glorious tail feathers.
My son had his face painted and ran around pretending to be little monster. As the weather warmed up we all lolled around on the picnic blanket, nibbling at the now warm chicken and wilting salad we had made hours beforehand at home. The icing on the cup cakes had become sticky and dripped onto small hands that held them.
After a few hours of this indolent laying around, broken now and then by a relaxed meander around the property to see the bands playing, we decided that we should head home as the boys were getting tired, my niece was planning a night out and my sister in law was also starting to feel the effects of the sunshine and fresh air.
I was a bit sunburnt, despite having spent most of the time under the shady canopy of a tree. My head was thick with tiredness and my arms and legs felt heavy from the warmth that they had absorbed from the heat in the air. Truly, I would have loved to have gone to sleep on the rug then and there.
But we slowly packed things away, rolled up the rug, tossed the left overs back into the picnic basket, folded up the chairs and made our way back to the car which was sitting, amongst hundreds of others, under the hot sun in a big, grassy paddock that was pock marked with holes left behind from cows that had been in the field when the weather was wet.
We stumbled along with tired children complaining, heads thumping now that we were out in the baking sun and eventually found the car. With great relief we loaded everything in, kids and all. The interior was stinking hot and the air conditioner was a welcome relief once it kicked in.
The drive home was long and silent. Eventually all the passengers fell asleep and I was left to my own silent concentration. When I finally made it home it was a complete relief. Everyone headed home and my son and I were left alone to ourselves.
Being so tired, I decided to take a nap on the couch. So I put on a video for my son to watch and as he did so I drifted off.
Drifting off just does not cover it actually. I fell into at deep, deep sleep and woke up with fright to a dark house, video finished and my son missing. I leapt up in fright and called out his name. Then I heard his little voice from the front yard replying to my frantic call. He had been visiting the neighbours next door.
So I went next door to apologise for my son inviting himself over, and also just to say hello. They had visitors and apparently my son had been there for TWO HOURS unbeknownst to me. I had been laying, on the couch, in a deep sleep whilst my son took it upon himself to visit the next door neighbours.
But worse than that is that he had told them that I had gone out and left him alone in the house!
I was so embarrassed. But once I explained the truth there was a great deal of laughter. I think they knew it to be untrue as they would have come over to check otherwise. They knew me well enough to know that would not happen.
Now and then they have reminded me about the time I went out and left my son at home alone. Always with a wink.
After that, I always locked the front door screen to prevent any further escapades.
Children come up with funny things sometimes.
It was a funny end to a lovely day.