And the husband and I have not been at war as such but more that deadly, silent standoff where the anger is running deeply enough to just not even want to yell or scream. You know, the scary kind of silence you administer when you want him to really know you're not happy and he's sitting there most of the time scratching his head wondering why? Because, he. Just. Can't. Fathom what he could have possibly done even when it's as plain as the nose on his face? Yep. That's the type.
Anyway, we had show tickets. We bought them a couple of weeks back. The girls were so excited to be going. I was a little hesitant and decided we would hold off until the late afternoon. One, so it wasn't as hot and two, so we didn't have to try and entertain three little people for too long before the much anticipated fireworks display when in reality we could have been in and out in under an hour.
So, after the Wee One put in a poor performance of sleep for the day, we trundled off, me not knowing how the day would go. With a family of five - actually come to think of it, for us it was even as a family of three - a day out could go either way and it usually goes the bad way before we even get to the car. I have, on a number of occasions, called off an outing due to the sheer stress of walking out the door. It ends with everyone else being happy and me needing a week to get over whatever just happened that didn't even involve me originally. Such is the way with us. I guess when you put a few strong willed people in a room there's going to be fireworks more often than not huh?
So, after threatening to give our tickets to some lucky passers by at the actual show because the girls couldn't seem to be pleasant for the 15 minute car trip - yes. Only 15 minutes. Normally they are really good in the car. I have a theory that when Daddy is in the drivers seat it all begins because I seem to drive them around for the most part with little arguing but as soon as there is 5 again, it starts - we walk through the gates and the girls forget about fighting and excitement reigns once again.
Getting back to the under the hour theory, this was our itinerary. We went to sideshow alley to make decisions on rides and games. The girls had a limit on the amount we were to spend. The two older girls and I went through the Sea House - which is like that whacky little house in Grease complete with the hampster wheel - where the first challenge was that spinning little wheel. After helping AJ through, Schmoo decided she'd skip it all together but, of course, being the good sport that I am, I thought why not give it a go. What. A. Mistake. I managed to get going okay but then the "helper" decided to put Schmoo in with me. So, with attention diverted to the task at hand it was only a natural progression that I would be the one to fall over and get stuck in said hampster wheel in direct view of all and sundry. At least I was wearing jeans and I got a few cheers for participation.
I have to say as far as fun houses go though, it was a pretty impressive one. Three stories and it took us the good part of 10-15 minutes to get through it all. Then to end Schmoo wanted to get back down via the slide. *Ahem* Really? Yes, but not without me. So, off we go again and it was tiny. And my feet kept getting stuck on the corners and we came out sideways. Screaming all the way!
So, that out of the way, there was a small ferris wheel that Schmoo chose to ride - she was bored after about three turns and the man was trying to be nice and leave her on but her face was so unimpressed - then a quick look at the animal nursery. The girls went "fishing" and got a prize each. Next up was fairy floss and a dagwood dog - ugh - and then we bought them a showbag. My girls are very grateful when it comes to things like this. They were happy with just one and a toy. Schmoo got her bubble blower and AJ her very first kite. Everyone happy? Off we went to watch some dancing and then headed over to the hill for the night entertainment.
As we were waiting for the sun to set the girls happily rolled down the hill and ran around the grounds while we laid out the picnic blanket and got some snacks out. Then off to grab some hot chips - yummy - and, of course, a glow stick. But not just any glow stick. No sirree.... Gone are the days where one buys those cheap little sticks that you crack and get so excited to be seeing the colour come to life before your eyes. The girls are still happy with them .... until they see everyone else with something far more impressive.
So, they got a spinning disco ball thing that the Wee One absolutely loved. She stole AJ's for the best part of the evening. That was definitely the highlight for her. The Wee One redeemed herself with a nap and we watched the motocross riders - it doesn't matter how many times I see it done, that backflip on a motorbike scares me to no end - and then........
Fireworks. Where Schmoo immediately buried her head into my chest and screamed "Take me home!" So, with the Wee One tucked up in Daddy's arms and Schmoo trying to get so far into the back of the pram that she almost tipped it over, AJ and I slowly backed away from the Show trying to watch the fireworks until the very end.
The verdict. It was a really great afternoon. I am pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed the day with my family. I know that sounds bad but we are a bit hit and miss with these planned outings, however, we are definitely getting better at it. Or maybe I'm just getting better at planning!