I don’t normally do daily play-by-plays, but this one was just not typical.
Enter Monday morning. Elias had therapy at 8:30am so I decided to be spontaneous and take advantage of the opportunity that all three boys were dressed and ready to go somewhere early in the morning.
Where should we go?
I wanted something the boys would enjoy and also that would be free. Yeah, maybe that’s asking too much.
I decided to drive an hour to Gettysburg to the Boyd’s Bear Factory – that closed eight years ago. Yes, it might have helped a great deal if supertastic Google would have made me aware of it prior to my two-hour-round-trip drive!
GPS told me I had arrived at my destination, but as I looked around at the trees and fields, I was guessing it got the memo of the Factory’s closing before Google did! And if that wasn’t enough to make me question it, the rope across the entrance confirmed.
Since there were no bears to behold we decided to stop to get a quick bite to eat and, of course, use the restroom. The boys’ choice? Burger King. We pulled in, I unbuckled each child, pulled the stroller out of the back, strapped the little one in and started walking in. A kind – no, not really kind – lady yelled, “Excuse me, but the lobby is not open!” There was not a sign. Nothing. So I took the little one back out, undid the stroller, threw it in the back, buckled each child (actually I forgot to buckle Elias! Oops!) in their seats and decided to go across the street to Wendy’s. The same super-easy routine of unbuckling each child, pulling the stroller out…blah, blah… We walked up and stood behind a man already ordering. The attendant tells him, “We have no fries.” I burst out laughing. You have got to be kidding me! We walked out. I buckled each child in (don’t worry they were all safely buckled this time!), shoved the stroller in the back of the van and drove away.
A few miles down the road I saw another Wendy’s. We stopped, and did eat this time. Besides being out of “our” drink, and small chit chat about my three young, close-together boys, that stop seemed to be uneventful.
Next stop…Walmart. Elias was behaving badly, so after one warning to correct his behavior, we left. Without a purchase. Without even a browse.
I’m steaming in my head. God’s convicting. You all know that mental process. You’ve been there. Continue reading “Monday, Monday.”