Luis and I wanted to get out of the house this weekend. Since it was only a brisk 98 degrees on Saturday, we decided to venture to the park.
Every time we become delusional about how much fun it will be to take the kids somewhere, we are quickly reminded within five minutes from leaving the house why we usually stay home.
The baby is screaming in his car seat. The toddler is repeating the same declaration over and over and over again, on the verge of a breakdown because we can’t figure out what he wants from us.
At the gas station ten minutes from our house, I told Luis this had been fun and to take us back home now. But alas…we were determined to make it work, so we went forth and braved the day.
Thank God the park had a splash pad. This is where we remained for 90 percent of the time. Can’t go wrong with water.
One good thing about hot weather is it knocks kids out. The ride home was so peaceful. We actually got to have an uninterrupted conversation.
Sunday we went to breakfast with our friends and then to the store.
I would just like to make a Public Service Announcement: If you see me in public and you know me: hide. Because if I see you, I will feel compelled to talk your ear off uncontrollably and make things very awkward.
I get weird. Fast.
I quite possibly ruined my future birthing plans since my most recent victim at the store was my midwife.
I first told her I wasn’t happy that she has a new birthing center because I’m worried she won’t attend homebirths anymore (awkward), I then told her I was rushing to get home to see a show and then tried to explain I wasn’t trying to cut the conversation short that I was dominating for said show…and I also threw in there that she looked good and she’s been working out a lot while blatantly staring at her legs. And then I gave her husband a weird, lingering look as my final sprinkling of awkwardness.
Hope your weekend was a little less awkward than mine!