Ach. Yesterday’s plans. In the evening, I had plans to have my MIL come over and babysit, and I would go to Kevin’s band gig. Then Thursday she called to tell me she had accidentally made other plans. Even though I asked her a month ago, and left a reminder note taped to her phone. So I couldn’t go.
Then I decided I would just take the kids with me (it was an outdoor concert at a coffee shop). So I could go.
Then she called Kevin Thursday night to say her dinner plans had been cancelled. So I could go.
Then Friday late morning, Kevin called me to say the coffee shop had cancelled the gig because of the prediction of bad storms. Even though it was sunny and clear. So I couldn’t go.
We talked about taking a road trip to a quaint little vintage restaurant, with a fantastic view of the river but by then it was storming. So we didn’t go.
Kevin decided to get together with the band and practice for an hour while I took a meal to a friend who just had a baby, and we would go out to eat. I also squeezed in a visit all by my lonesome to Michael’s where I just browsed to my heart’s content. I got some scrapbooking ‘necessities’, a learn-to-knit kit for Aviana and me, clay for Brielle, and some other stuff.
Kevin and I had a nice date once we finally decided where to eat.
And in a similar, but unrelated story, I decided to take the kids to the pool for the first time this year. After getting swimsuits, swim diaper, sunscreen, water toys, bucket and shovel, floaties, beach balls, bags, drinks, a snack, a change of clothes, towels and miscellaneous other needed supplies, not to mention my three small offspring, all gathered, applied, donned, packed and hauled out to the van, driving the few miles to the pool, finding a parking place, unpacked and unloaded, and packed back up on the stroller and in hand and down to the pool, they told us the pool was closed for a half hour because they heard thunder. And if they heard it again, it would be closed for the day.
So we walked around the outside of the pool and through the fence admired the things to do, even though we couldn’t do them. We walked up to the swingset and slide and played in the sand.
And by the time we got home it was pouring, so I let the girls run around outside in the rain, and play in the mud.
I still have a ton of mud to clean out of my bathtub and off the floor and the shower curtain, but we made the best of it!