Well, partially committed is a more realistic version of our every day.
I don't want my kids thinking its ok to eat a whole loaf of bread in one sitting and jump on the couches, which are white (way to go Berlin Parents) with your shoes on.
I made a list of all the things we're going to do for the Summer of Yes and visiting the Snoqualmie Train Museum.
And Steve had been begging me to go for like, 2 weeks.
I guess its the Summer of the Eventual Yes.
Anyway, we decided on one of these blistering hot days that we should jam on over there. I saw that Thomas the Train was coming to the Museum that weekend and figured we should do it a few days before the madness ensued and everyone cried because it costs 45 dollars to get in and the lines are long and your skin is burning and all the children meltdown at the same time because someone give these kids a fucking nap.
I obviously wanted to avoid that crisis and thought that I was just smarty pants for going early.
That morning I was all in a tither trying to get everything ready to go. Summer is potty training and I had to make sure I was prepared for the possibility of the dreaded 'accident' and the drive is about an hour and a half. The carseat already smells like pee but I feel like its kind of starting to subside a little, a little being the key word.
After packing 100 pairs of adorable hello kitty undies and after telling Steve he should bring all the books and leaving and then remembering I needed the potty seat and my fancy tourist camera, we were finally on the road.Steve was being unusually quiet and Summer was just chilling with her babies in the seat.
I was still pretty stressed out because I felt like Summer was a ticking time bomb.
She could literally burst any second!
I had put the Train Mueseums info in my super cool, completely outdated GPS and was following Jamal and his soothing voice. The last time we came here we left from Everett, so leaving from Granite was a totally different way.
Steve voiced his concern for Jamal telling us to go through Monroe.
I don't know, Mommy. This doesn't look familiar. He doesn't know what he's talking about. I have a bad headache and we're going the wrong way.
Steve, chillax bro. The train museuem has been there a long time and just because I haven't updated this thing, you know, ever, doesn't mean its taking us the wrong way.
Oh no. Mommy, you're taking us the wrong way! My head hurts and we're NEVER going to get there!
I had to make him put his head back and relax because he was really bumming me out and making me nervous at the same time.
What if we were going the wrong way?
What if Jamal was just fucking with us?
What if Summer exploded?
Things were really reaching a fever pitch when we arrived in Monroe. I had decided I could not wait idly by while Steve had a headache and Summer potentially burst in the backseat.
We stopped and got gas and then headed over to the Fred Meyer to grab some Tylenol and go potty. We were making pretty good time so I allotted us 10 minutes for this errand.
Fred Meyer was the number one spot to be for everyone in Monroe at 1230 on Wednesday.There was not one spot to be had.
Really.
I parked what I would consider to be a mile away, and we hoofed it.
I had my huge backpack on that carries Summers potty chair, was holding Summer and dragging Steve along because by this time his health had deteriorated dramatically.
I had a little flash of what I must look like to the outside world.
Sweaty Mom with an insanely bulgy backpack, toddler that has a slightly uriney smell to her and a pale, sweaty boy who looks like he wants to cry.
A small voice in my head screamed, "Pack it in! Go home! You look like a homeless drug addict carting around 2 kids!"
Still, I persevered.
Steve got his Tylenol and somehow the kids wrangled me into getting goldfish crackers, a bag for each of them, because sharing is just the worst.
We were finally on our way again and after many, many, many, "This is the wrong way Mommy!" statements we made it to the holy land.
The Snoqualmie Train Museum is a pretty cool little place. They have a bunch of now defunct trains that you can go into and play in, a train station with a few areas about the history of Snoqualmie trains and the area and a gift shop. The gift shop is like a high priced Holy Grail of Thomas Paraphernalia, children who are hooked on the Thomas would kick and scream to just get a pencil with his likeness for 25 bucks. I am so, so beyond glad Steve is over Thomas and Summer is just in the beginning phases of his entrapments.
We safely made it from the gift shop and out the side to the trains.
Summer was flipping her lid in excitement, "Mommy TRAINS!"
But was quickly hushed by the sight of several men.
Summer has stranger danger, especially with gentlemen, in the worst way.
These gentlemen were all wearing orange.
Holy shit, is it Orange Day and I didn't get the memo?
Who's in charge of Orange day?
Alas, it was not Orange Day.
After casually walking through to the other trains and to the back I realized it was a D.O.C Crew working to get the museum in tip top shape for Sir Topham Hat and his band of really useful engines.They had a big white tarp with about 2 feet to slip by and go to the back to see the really cool trains, the ones I had just driven an hour and half to come and bring my sweaty and possibly sick children too. After messing about with a train-tractor thing for a few minutes I suggested we go to the back and see these other trains (and escape the DOC Crew ready to snatch up my children) but just at that moment this lady came out and said she needed them back there to do whatever it was that they so needed to pull inmates out and use their special skills for.
Whats Sir Topham Hat doing that he is using prisoners and their unequally cheap labor for?
Whats he gotten himself mixed up in?
This was all getting very Shawshank to me and I figured we should just get out while we still could.
We had already started taking a few steps toward the back but we certainly weren't going back there what with all the crime that was totally happening behind the sheet but I didn't want to be rude and offend the Orange Clad Gentlemen so I casually told the kids that they were closed and it was lunch time anyway.We escaped the clutches of Sir Topham Hat and the D.O.C, just barely.
We walked to the other side of town to this beautiful little park with a river running next to it.
I unpacked us and lucky for us the Snoqualmie Search and Rescue were there practicing repelling down the hill to save a dummy.
Lunch and a show!
Steve then started crying.
Whats going on? Are you ok?
My head hurts! Then he threw up.
I ran him over to the side of the cliff that runs alongside the park down to the river and patted his back whilst he vomited all while yelling at Summer to get away from the pukefest but stay safely away from the 50 ft drop.
I finally succeeded to the voice yelling at me to pack it in.
Steve and Summer both fell asleep on the ride back and Steve slept for the rest of the afternoon.
Despite all the events of the day, I'd say it was a good one.
Cheers.
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