Today we are planning (and by planning I mean it’s in our minds as a solid thought but has yet to be actually in progress) to go to a museum. I won a free admission to this museum and with my oldest starting 1st grade on Tuesday thought it would be a fun little “Goodbye Summer” trip.
This may sound normal to some, maybe even fun…but I’m forgetting to add the fact that this trip is not only about an hour away, in a very busy hectic chaotic city, but it’s also with 3 other children….the good old 4 against 2 idea. Our kids usually surprise people by their good behavior, but today will be the day we wish we could teleport ourselves back home.
Let’s break this down…..my husband and I will taking our 6 year old, 4 year old, almost 2 year old and 5 week old newborn for an hour long ride into the city. Fascinating enough our newborn most likely will be the least of our issues (unless she cries inconsolably the whole way there for some unknown reason, which with our luck may happen) but I’m going to assume that this mini monster of a toddler may be the biggest issue of all. Who wouldn’t want to hear his ear piercing screeches anyway? Or run around in circles trying to catch him only to be kicked on the way back to the stroller brought only to contain him when he begins to believe he is in a zoo. Or possibly our 4 year old who is still stuck in the his way or no way phase at times and stops walking as if he has cinder blocks attached to his feet. Thankfully our 6 year old has grown out of that and is our only source of some type of sanity, although at times his ears seem to fall off on the way into places too. At that point we are “shit out of luck” as they say or “SOL” for the cool crowd.
Although I could be 100% wrong and I could have the best behaved children in that whole museum who are going to actually walk with us without being reminded and have beautiful smiles on their little faces without a tantrum in sight, I know that’s probably not going to happen.
So within our hour ride I will be mentally preparing myself for all that can, may and probably will happen. Usually daddy’s presence makes them on their better behavior so I will only hope that stands true. Not that I would ever dare to go on this adventure without him, that’s just foolish and asking to get the “what the hell is she thinking?!” looks from others.
I will update on this family fun filled weekend with hopefully nothing but positive happy go lucky stories (don’t hold your breathe) but I have some hope, more so desperation that my kids will prove me horribly wrong and allow me to be pleasantly surprised.
A mother on mission impossible 🙂