As wonderful as our hotel room was, and not having to give baths, and make meals,and do laundry; I hate that feeling where you are trying to fit in all the fun within the time you are given. I tried so hard to have as much fun as we could that I ended up stressing out about having fun. I didn't even know that was possible.
You see our big day of fun was going to be Saturday, and I packed a whole suitcase full of extra shoes and cute dresses and tops. I mean, I am home 75% of my life, so I really wanted to show off my cute clothes.I had several destinations already planned out in my mi
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Playland! Yes that was the plan, an all day adventure to an amusement park, where we could be kids again. Sounds wonderful, right? It would be except for my paralyzing fear of anything that spins,rolls, or flips at speeds higher than 5 mph. I put on this face, like I was ready for this awesome day he had planned, nearly shaking at the very thought of spending my entire day "faking" my happiness. You may say " well, how do you know that you wouldn't have had fun"? Well I am here to tell you that I have down my likes and dislikes and I do a lot of pretending and people pleasing but near death experiences is where I draw the line. See, I don't need to get nauseous and sunburned to feel like a kid again. I get to be queen Mommy at all the princess parties, and I read stories to stuffed animals on a regular basis. I feel like a kid all the time.
My amazing husband saw through my fake smile, and quickly thought of a detour to our day. So because he was so sweet to let me out of this pre planned adventure, I couldn't say no to his next plan. Which was to simply walk the 3 miles to the Harbor Look out Point. So I got on my not so cute clothes and laced up my tennis shoes threw my just done hair into a pony and headed out.
If you haven't walked 3 miles in 80 degree weather into a huge foreign concrete jungle mess of different nationalities and bus stops, then well I have news for you, it is not pretty. By the time we got downtown the make up I had put on earlier was now gone, I was sweaty, my hair was gross. I was exhausted and honestly dazed at how freakishly tall the buildings now were. My cute little restaurant that I had planned to go to looking cute, well it Ironically was right next to our big destination point. So there was no point in walking all 3 miles back just to get changed just to drive back and pay for parking to eat there. So naturally we went and ate looking the way we did. We also threw a movie in the middle of our day, yet another event that I planned an outfit for... now ruined by my sweaty street clothes.
Finally sunset was nearing and there we were in the middle of this huge, unknown city. The crazies were starting to come out and I started to panic So instead of thinking rationally and trying to plan a bus route with out any internet I did what anyone else would do. I practically ran the 3 miles back to the hotel, determined to make it back before dark. I felt like a hobbit being chased by a ring wraith. So my relaxing and amazing weekend had now turned into a blister filled day of exhaustion and sweat. I laugh now, but in the moment it was sad and frustrating and I have to ask myself, why do I even bother sometimes. Life is going to happen no matter what we plan, but I am realizing those are the things that make the memories the most fun.
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