We got to Pennsylvania at about 2:00 p.m. It was expected to be really rainy, so we’d sort of planned to play the afternoon by ear. We could maybe go down to Philly and check out the art museum, or a cool children’s museum called the Please Touch Museum. Or we could take advantage of the hotel pool for the afternoon, or hit the local mall and just stroll around. Options abounded. But once we got here, our room was not yet ready, and the rain seemed to be holding off for the afternoon, so since we have season’s passes we headed over to Sesame Place for a couple hours. The kids got to go on every ‘dry’ ride once, we saw the Abby Cadabby show, and Lane got to hug Zoe and Baby Bear and Grover. Just a generally smilific afternoon. (And, let it be noted, you may only use the word “smilific” if you’ve spend the day in a place like Sesame Place.)
Then we came and checked into the hotel around 5:00, met up with Dave & Renee and the twins, who are in the adjoining room, so we got to enjoy a few minutes of toddler & preschooler screeches as they scurried through the adjoining room doors and discover the identical rooms on each side.
Once the novelty of the screeches abated, we headed out to dinner. In some crazy hallucinogenic state we decided to take the whole crew to TGI Friday’s for dinner. Yep, four adults and four short people.
Actually, it was good. Once we sat down. The restaurant’s promise of a 30 minute wait somehow became nearly 70 minutes, and if you’ve ever tried to entertain four very short people for that long just outside a TGI Friday’s…. well, it ain’t no picnic that’s for darn tootin’. But once we were inside, we got the kids their food stat, ours came shortly after, we actually enjoyed a bit of adult conversation (smattered with the occasional talking-by-spelling-and-acronyms that seems to happen more as your kids get old enough to hear you speak a hundred words and zero in on the only word you don’t ever want them to repeat, EVER).
After that, we got a quickie dessert a la the McDonald’s drive-thru, and are now on to the oh-so-tantalizing fiasco that is Putting The Kids To Sleep In A Strange Place. Has anyone figured this out? Because I sure haven’t. Right now it is after midnight and both kids are still awake, which on a normal night actually isn’t that obscene for our family, but they were up earlier than normal this morning and had a pretty busy day. Naturally it doesn’t help that right after dinner, during the three minutes I ran into Target to get a couple snacks and a couple drinks that Frank let Jake fall asleep in the car. Nor does it help that when I wanted to start bedtime, despite strong suggestions from me that Frank postpone or relocate such activity, that Frank insisted on studying in the room with a light on. Can you tell I’m trying to pin this all on Frank??! Well, I am. I mean, come on. Help me out a little here, dude.
So a bit ago, I literally threw up my arms in exasperation, gave both kids to Frank, and am sitting here on the hotel’s WiFi writing this and stewing in my own annoyance. And Frank’s getting frustrated with the whole situation because he’s now personally vested in trying to get them to sleep. Imagine that.
Assuming any of us get any sleep tonight, tomorrow should be a day filled with rides and water slides and lunch with the Sesame Street characters and hopefully more smilificness and not so much of oh-my-gosh-these-exhausted-kids-are-making-me-craziness.