This is what Pat looks when I pull him out of the house for fun with the family.
And this is usually what I look like.
Every weekend it’s the same old thing.
I turn to Pat and say, “so what’s on the agenda!?!” and Pat grunts and says nothing.
Then I proceed to list all the things we can do,
“welllll…we can go to the zoo, Tangled is playing, free skate from 10 to 12, the bounce house, the family fun place, playland, swimming, the children’s museum, they love the arcade…Too much money? We can go to the beach, the park, for a drive, to the pet shop, Grandma’s? What do you think? What sounds like fun? What should we DO!?!?!”
I drive this man crazy.
He works hard all week and he wants to come home and relax. But I’ve been home all week and I want to get out of the house and play. Not to mention I’d rather be killing three hours quickly somewhere fun than feel cooped up in the house listening to my kids climb the walls and talk about how bored they are all afternoon.
It helps that I have selective amnesia.
pat: Kat, we went to the zoo last week…Kainoa started crying when we wouldn’t let him ram the stroller into strangers legs and then he screamed all the way home, you really want to repeat that?
me: Oh yeaaaah….he did, didn’t he!?! Boy he can be cranky…
pat: How do you forget that stuff?? My head is still ringing!
Or maybe I’m just foolishly optimistic. Because I just remember the magic of it all.
Even after a weekend with a screaming son, I still look like this the next weekend.
While my husband continues to look like this.
I wonder what we’ll do this weekend…