We have managed to make it to the middle of Spring Break, and everyone is still alive. The weather here hasn't been great: cold and windy, but no real snow. Today it is sunny, windy and almost 50. The hounds were finally released to the outdoors.
Monday.
Celebration Cinemas, our local movie theatres, has what used to be called the Dove Family Film Festival, (and now has been renamed, but I don't know the new name). Anyway, each year they pick some family friendly movies, show each one for a week and reduce rates. This week is
The Tale of Desperaux. Kids under 12 are free and adults are $2.50. What a deal!!
Three other friends decided to meet there with our 11 kids and see the movie.
The movie started at 12:05, so we ate a light lunch with the promise of pop and popcorn during the movie. We got there, got the big bag of popcorn and two large drinks - we should be able to share right? Wrong. The bigger kids sat in one row and the moms and younger kids sat right behind them. That can make sharing pop a problem. The kids each got a small bag to put their popcorn in, they just had to wait until I dispersed it. Patience has not been our strong suit this week. The movie started and things were going well, for about the first five minutes.
Then John started to get antsy. And yelling for the pop. We passed it up. Ian was thirsty, we passed it back. John needed his own. I gave Clara and Ian mine. We were finally settled and the first half of the movie went by. John needed more popcorn, Ian needed more popcorn, Clara needed more popcorn.
Now John needs more pop - more pop?!? How in the world did he just down at least 20 oz of pop? No problem mom, I'll just eat the ice. Not a good idea, we are now sitting in ice. Is the movie over yet?
"Mom, I have to go potty!!"
"OK Ian, lets go. John, you sit nicely until I get back." Oh, dear, the bathroom is closed for cleaning. OK family bathroom. "Ian, do not open the door until I am done!!!!!" Back into the theatre.
"Mom, I have to go potty!!"
"OK Clara, lets go. John sit nice, OK, you can come too."
Alright, is the movie almost done yet?
"Mom, we're out of popcorn and pop."
"Everything is gone, and we aren't getting anymore."
"Mom, I need to go potty!!"
"Again, Ian? Unbelievable. John, sit nice."
Oh, I think the movie may be reaching a climax, not exactly sure since I didn't see the last twenty minutes.
Suddenly, cries erupt from John. He spilled melted ice down his shirts, and is trying to get them off. Hysterical screams now because mom won't let him strip in the movie theatre and he wants to go home. I am holding him on my lap, my hand muffling his screams, whispering through gritted teeth for him to be quiet, or else. Suddenly, warm wetness on my leg. Ahhh. This can't be happening.
John is now standing on the floor, the rats and mice are finishing their last battle, and John is worried about all the popcorn on the floor.
Let's go, let's go, let's, go. "I don't want to go home!!!!" John screamed this all the way out to the car and all the way home.
In the house, change all the clothes, and into bed. Go to sleep. Ahh, sweet silence. And only four more weekdays left this week.