It's been a long, cold, wet winter (for wimpy South Carolinians, anyway). There have been many days where I'm certain I've not been the only member of our family who is ready to pull his or her hair out by the time evening comes and there are only so many books to be read, games to be played, even floors to be scrubbed before the cabin fever gets the better of us.
So at the height of those pent-up energies one evening when things (and by "things" I really mean "people") had reached an insane level of crazy, I was tempted to send each and every childoff to a different relative upstairs to their rooms to read (silently!) so that we (I) could pull things together again, when I suddenly asked myself, "WWJD?". Jimmy, I decided, would not send the kids off to their own silent corners where the burning energy would just be forced to simmer below the surface. Jimmy would figure out a constructive way to get that burning energy OUT. Jimmy would crank the iTunes and host a dance party. So we did. And it worked.
So at the height of those pent-up energies one evening when things (and by "things" I really mean "people") had reached an insane level of crazy, I was tempted to send each and every child