Last week I took the girls to Young at Art, a children’s museum that I had heard so much about. I had actually made plans several times to go over the last few months, but for one reason or another it just never worked out. So, after months of anticipation, I again got the girls ready and out the door by 10am, and we were off to see what all the talk was about.
As we pulled into the parking lot, we were followed by four, yes four, school buses filled with children. I may have actually screamed “Noooo!” out loud in my car, followed by my toddler then repeating “Nooo, nooo, Mommy nooo” over and over. I should have realized right then that we were doomed, because it only got worse.
The museum does have a large room for kids to run around in and play, and it does have a various amount of activities designed to keep your child busy for hours, but it is not stroller friendly. So, as Juliet tried to run around amongst the 800 other children, I struggled to keep up with Anniston in the huge double stroller. When we finally decided we needed a break, we went into another room for a sing-a-long music session. Some break. We lasted in there for about five minutes. I already have to listen to my toddler banging her drumsticks around the house all day, why would I want to listen to 50 kids banging all at the same time.
So, to sum up our day in the words I think Juliet would use…
I’d rather be eating.