It was my fault, and I knew it, but that didn't keep me from taking it out on the boys. Oh no. Within an hour, I was more than grouchy – I was just plain mean, so I took a deep breath, called my mom and my cousin, packed the boys into the car and headed down to Santa Cruz.
It was escape time!
We met up with our cousins first. They'd secured tickets to see the dolphins at the Long Marine Lab, which delighted all the boys, making them laugh and clap, and afterward we went back inside to study the fish and tide pool stations.
Our cousins had swim lessons, so we said our goodbyes then ran off to meet my mom at the Boardwalk, just in time for a free performance of Cirque Magnifique.
After sitting on the bandstand for an hour in the hot hot sun, we cooled off with a root beer and played a round of Pirate Golf. Canons were raging, rooms were glowing, the woman behind us had no sense of humor – NONE – yet we all had a fabulous time. Best yet, when we were done, it was 75 cent night at the Boardwalk!
After dining on 75 cent franks, we reconnected with our cousins and the boys went wild. They drove boats, and trucks, and flew airplanes high up into the sky, finishing the night off with a gallop 'round the carousel.
We repeated our goodbyes, drove to my mom's and had baths, snacks and stories.
Cozy in there jammies, and in the car once more, I asked them if they'd enjoyed their day.
"Yes mama!" Tizzy answered. "It was a VERRRY FULL day!"
I drove us all home, carried them out under the full moon and into the house and tucked them into their beds.
It had been a full day.
Full and fun and just a teenie bit mean.