Regan is in for a rude awakening next weekend when we don’t leave this house for 72 straight hours. After the last two weekends I am WORN OUT. Exhausted. And this week at work is going to be super crazy, so by the time Friday rolls around I am probably going to be curled up in the fetal position.
Friday after work, Regan and I headed to the Atlanta Food Truck Park for some good, family fun. We had such a good time there a couple of weekends ago that I rounded up the homies so we could go again. Imagine my dismay (and Regan’s disappointment) when we got there and discovered that there were no bouncy houses like the last time. I was worried that Regan would have a meltdown, but she pulled it together because she was having so much fun with Dark&Lovely’s little girl and SimplyB’s little girl.
The three of them were absolutely darling together. They spent most of the time dancing the night away, while we adults got to talk. It was a really nice night.
The next day D&L and I attempted to take the girl’s to the city to see the Doc McStuffins Mobile, but it was a failure of epic proportions. We got there around Noon, only to discover that there were no more wrist bands being handed out. There were hundreds (if not more) of families there with looks of disappointment on their faces. I guess the folks at Disney underestimated Atlanta’s love for the Doc!
We decided to take the girls on the new ferris wheel, Sky View, as a consolation prize. Thankfully it worked and the girls really enjoyed being up in the air. We could even see the crazy lines of people waiting to see the Doc.
In the evening I went on a date and had a really good time. And it wasn’t just because of the fried oysters and margaritas! We actually had good conversation.
Sunday morning we slept in a bit and then headed to the birthday party for Keyalus’ oldest. Regan was over the moon happy to be at Chuck E Cheese, but I thought she was going to explode when I told her it was time to go. She had a mini-meltdown in the parking lot.
Later she had a bigger meltdown and I really applaud the way I handled it. I didn’t say a word. Not a single word. I just let her scream, cry and toss things at me for a full 20 minutes as I drove. Then, all of the sudden, she stopped and said “Okay mommy, I’m ready to be nice and happy.”
Ahhhhh…life with a toddler. Ain’t it grand?
How was your weekend?