It was an Exedrin kind of day.

But 3:00 is my point of no return, and if I don’t pop a few by then, I’m on my own.

I was on my own today. With three kids. At a children’s museum.

I must have been temporarily insane. When I am in my right mind, I don’t volunteer to go to children’s museums—especially not on national holidays.

Of course, a day like today wasn’t about me. It was about the kids, and they did have a good time once we got through the line at the entrance.

Well, they had fun some of the time—a lot of time there was crying. Like when my five-year-old yelled at the kids who happened to be in line in front of him to sit on the fake horse. And when he was terrified when he finally got his turn.

Or when he got upset about something with the water, or when my daughter cried when she got stuck on the climbing wall, and then again when she didn’t want to play on the helicopter.

We did have a few nice moments. Like playing the huge wooden xylophone, or trying out the green screen. But my favorite moment was getting home.

And mostly, I’m just happy we survived.

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2 Responses to “a day at the children’s museum”

1. Connie (the write one) says:

   22 February 2011 at 7:57 pm

   I love the looks on Sophie and Charlie’s faces in the first picture of the bunch. Beautiful pictures of beautiful kids!
2. Jen T says:

   25 February 2011 at 9:54 am

   Isn’t that how most outings with kids go? They cry and whine and fight, and then when they get home they talk about what a fun time they had and want to go back. . huh? No thanks, but then you don’t want to be the mother whose kids never leave the house because their mother never leaves the house, so you do it again, and wonder, again, why you did it again Hang in there!