Vacay at Molbaks
As I mentioned in my previous post, Robin spent much of the weekend working in the garage. And though my mom is visiting and helping with the kids, my two darlings still managed to overwhelm me.
Every weekend must begin with a minute-by-minute agenda, preferably planned on the Friday evening before. If there is not a plan in place, by 11am everyone (except Robin, curiously) is clawing at the walls, leaving bloody nail fragments wedged into the paint, like the scene in Silence of the Lambs when the girl in the pit realizes how desperately others like her had tried to escape. This is what happened Sunday morning.
At around 11:30am, I hastily and begrudgingly dressed the kids and headed to the park. Five minutes into swinging, it started to rain. Already in a pissy mood, I had no desire to be pissed on further. Back in the car, the kids fussed and I decided the only safe place for them at this point was strapped into their seats on a drive long enough to conk them out.
I'd been wanting to use my Molbaks coupon for a few weeks to refresh my sad-looking deck pots and garden bed, so off to the Eastside we went. If they didn't fall asleep in the car, at least they might be distracted by the fountains while I raced for the annuals like a contestant on Supermarket Sweep.
G & H simultaneously fell asleep halfway across 520. Like a junkie, I felt an all-consuming injection of relief. I was a different person now, in control of my emotions. (Oh, did I mention Gigi stopped taking naps last week? Me thinks that's a factor in my mood?) When we parked at Molbaks I left the kids in the car with my mom while I shopped.
Molbaks is one of my favorite places on earth, but in those twenty minutes, it was possibly my favorite place EVER. The freshness of outdoor trees, the coziness of indoor plants, the serenity of quiet flowers. I kept thinking about the dreamy-eyed speech Andie MacDowell's horticulturist character made in Green Card when she was interviewing with landlords to get an apartment with a greenhouse. It all made me wish I liked gardening more.
By the time I paid for my pansies I was rejuvenated. I didn't even mind getting soaked on the way back to the car. It's amazing what a few quiet moments can do for a mother. It did take me three days to plant the damn flowers, but no matter, it was worth it.
Every weekend must begin with a minute-by-minute agenda, preferably planned on the Friday evening before. If there is not a plan in place, by 11am everyone (except Robin, curiously) is clawing at the walls, leaving bloody nail fragments wedged into the paint, like the scene in Silence of the Lambs when the girl in the pit realizes how desperately others like her had tried to escape. This is what happened Sunday morning.
At around 11:30am, I hastily and begrudgingly dressed the kids and headed to the park. Five minutes into swinging, it started to rain. Already in a pissy mood, I had no desire to be pissed on further. Back in the car, the kids fussed and I decided the only safe place for them at this point was strapped into their seats on a drive long enough to conk them out.
I'd been wanting to use my Molbaks coupon for a few weeks to refresh my sad-looking deck pots and garden bed, so off to the Eastside we went. If they didn't fall asleep in the car, at least they might be distracted by the fountains while I raced for the annuals like a contestant on Supermarket Sweep.
G & H simultaneously fell asleep halfway across 520. Like a junkie, I felt an all-consuming injection of relief. I was a different person now, in control of my emotions. (Oh, did I mention Gigi stopped taking naps last week? Me thinks that's a factor in my mood?) When we parked at Molbaks I left the kids in the car with my mom while I shopped.
Molbaks is one of my favorite places on earth, but in those twenty minutes, it was possibly my favorite place EVER. The freshness of outdoor trees, the coziness of indoor plants, the serenity of quiet flowers. I kept thinking about the dreamy-eyed speech Andie MacDowell's horticulturist character made in Green Card when she was interviewing with landlords to get an apartment with a greenhouse. It all made me wish I liked gardening more. By the time I paid for my pansies I was rejuvenated. I didn't even mind getting soaked on the way back to the car. It's amazing what a few quiet moments can do for a mother. It did take me three days to plant the damn flowers, but no matter, it was worth it.
posted by Anne at 8:00 PM
1 Comments:
I'm the one that can go a whole day doing... literally nothing. Bev is the planner and likes to have an agenda of sorts for the day before we get too far along. If we do make it to noon or so without any significant event planned out for the day we write it off as a "lazy day" :)
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