Sunday with Caroline was much like Saturday with Caroline, with the exception of the car washing, the walk and the treats at 7-11. So, it really wasn't anything like Saturday, except for the fact that the weather was mild and spring-like and Caroline was once again without any playmates.
And we all know what that means.
My only hope for the Sunday was to be able sleep in a little. And by a little, I mean past 7 am. 7:30 would have been great, but I wasn't pressing my luck. I know better than that. When I woke up at 6:50 am and didn't fall back to sleep right away, I knew sleeping in wasn't going to happen. My thoughts were reconfirmed when I heard Caroline rustling around at 6:55. She then found her way into my room, climbed under the covers and promptly said, "Can I have breakfast at 7 ?"
Sleeping in. FAIL.
Restful sleep has eluded me lately. I fall asleep easily, but wake during the night and have a hard time falling back to sleep. Meh.
After I made the queen her breakfast, sufficiently caffeinated myself and did some laundry, it was still only 7:45. It had the makings of a very long day.
Lucky for us, we had an afternoon of big fun planned. Just the two of us.
In our house, Craig is solely responsible for taking Caroline to the movies. The thing is, I don't really like kid movies. I can't say that I dislike them ALL, but for the most part, I'd rather not spend $9 on a movie ticket for something I have nothing but ambivalence for. The only movie the three of us have seen together was Beverly Hills Chihuahua. I may not dig cartoons, but I do have a special place in my heart for talking dogs....especially those with a Mexican accent.
Craig enjoys kid movies and he enjoys taking Caroline to see them.
They're entertained by computer animation and I get a few hours of weekend silence.
It's a win-win situation.
However, when your child's primary movie escort is halfway across the world, that winning situation is suddenly not such a winner anymore.
Would you care to wager a guess as to where we went on Sunday?
Ah, yes, the movies.
We saw The Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Caroline is in love with the Wimpy Kid books, so naturally she was quite eager to see the movie. I'm pleased to say that the movie was cute and entertaining and I wasn't bored at all. Yay.
Before the movie, we went to lunch; McDonald's for her, Subway for me. And since we had time to kill between lunch and the movie, we also had ice cream. The ice cream shop is *conveniently* located next to the movie theater. We got ice cream cones and ate them on a park bench in the lovely sunshine. I think whoever decided to put a frosting ribbon running through cake batter ice cream is an absolute genius. GENIUS. And of course, in typical Neurotic Housewife fashion, I beat myself up on the inside for giving my child both a chicken nugget happy meal AND ice cream all in the same afternoon.
The guilt...it plagues me.
I'll tell you what, that kid of mine is a persuasive little thing. Without any playmates to go home to, Caroline was looking for someway to waste a little more time after the movie and suggested a trip to Wal Mart. I wonder how she ever came to the conclusion that shopping is a good way to pass the time? Those kids have sponges for brains, I tell you.
I would not have agreed to a Wal Mart trip on a weekend afternoon (read: WM is a crazy busy madhouse) but Caroline really did need a new bike helmet. She has a gigantic egg head, you know.
Well, not really, but it was time for a size upgrade.
Reluctantly, I agreed.
A helmet was bought, as was a super bouncy moon ball. I told you she's persuasive.
I feel sorry for her future husband.
And so this concludes the (not-so) dramatic retelling of our Sunday. I suppose I should have taken some pictures, but you have to actually bring your camera with you if you want to document your daily activities.