Me: Well, there is a goose festival going on in Mount Vernon.
Charlie: Who wants to go to a goose festival?
Me: We could go to the aquarium?
Charlie: You get into the aquarium and pay like, 20 bucks per person and realize that it sucks in there.
Me: I'm thinking up these stellar, amazing unusual Sunday Funday things and your knocking ALL of them down! Pick something or I'm done thinking! We could go downtown and figure it out when we get there?
Charlie: Done.
We pack everybody up, and when I say 'we' what I really mean to say is 'I', so I pack snacks and lunches and get the baby going and make sure Steve looks halfway presentable and while I'm pumping for the 400th time, I bark orders, because when I'm done, we are leaving, damn it.
We eventually leave the house with everything intact and kind of have an idea where were going.
Steve:What are we doing?
Charlie: Were going to the-
Me: Shhhhh!! Were just taking a drive...
I trail off because I don't know what to say.
Charlie also had an ulterior motive for wanting to do the drive to downtown: a wallet he found while up at Stevens Pass...with 180 bucks in it...that Charlie was determined to give back to this 19 year old kid that lost it.
We made our way to the address on the I.D, which I highly doubted was his address because the apartment building was super nice and the kid was, well, a kid.
So, we park and I dont know what I was expecting but Charlie looks to me and says "Ok, Ill be back." and then nonchalantly exits the car.
Seriously?
Your going to leave your hormonal wife, 5 year old and infant in the car, in an alley while you go and try and give this stupid wallet to some irresponsible child who could be an axe murderer. I waited in the car on pins and needles, expecting him to come around the corner dragging his severed legs on the concrete with a physchopathic murderer running after him.
None of this happened of course, because I have a very wild imagination.
Anyway we finally make it to our destination without Steve knowing where were going still.
Ive recently stopped telling Steve what were doing for the day because I don't want him to get his hopes up and say, have the baby crying inconsolably in the car or my boobs hurting and leaking because its time to pump. Both of these incidents lead to going home and I don't need 2 crying children and leaky boobs.
I tell Charlie we have about 2 hours before leaking/pain in the boobs starts so we better get cracking.
We park in front of the Pacific Science Center and Steve is definitely pleased.
Steve:Oooh, what are we doing? Are we going to the butterfly zoo?
Me: I wish! Were going to the children's museum here! Its gonna be fun.
We walk into the lobby and it smells like pee and old wood.
Hmmm.
We get a map of the place and I'm very excited, this place is huge! They have a little water area and a camping place, and a fire station and tons of other areas!
And then I look up and away from the grandeur of the map.
It smells old and by the looks of it, it is old.We went to the fire station, which was a wood cutout of a firetruck and the post office was the same, the grocery store was overrun with toddlers and the smell of an intensly dirty diaper.
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They had an entire exhibit of vacuum tubes that would have been really, really cool if say, the vacuum tubes worked and sucked up the balls instead, that exhibit should have been called 'Vacuum of Disappointment and Lies' because the entire area didn't work.All in all, the museum was OK.
I understand that its old and clearly the people here love it and everything but I just expected so much more. Its downtown Seattle! There should have been like, a A Whole Foods Market and an area where you make your own grocery bags instead we got non working and sub-par exhibits.
Well, at least Steve got to see the fountain and my boobs didn't hurt or leak that much and Summer didn't start screaming in the car until we were almost home and Charlie didn't die by the hands of some murderous teen.
The day wasn't a total waste..JPG)
Cheers
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