I woke up on the 14th and remembered with a groan that it was Chick-fil-A's Cow Appreciation Day and I had done zero preparation. Kevin also had swimming lessons, and it was Park Day, so I knew it was going to be a busy day, but we like Chick-Fil-A and it only happens once a year.
The first mistake was to tell Kevin that it was Cow Appreciation Day and we were going to go to Chick-Fil-A. He immediately went nuts and my stress level quadrupled as I ran around trying to get materials for making our costumes, pack the diaper bag, and get ready for swimming lessons while Kevin ignored my orders to get his swimsuit on. Of course we were ten minutes late for swimming lessons.
I manged to get the costumes made during swimming lessons and while the kids were playing at the park, and I've got to say, the kids looked really cute in their costumes, so that was fun. I colored spots on white shirts using a sharpie and taped black felt to their pants, and I made paper ears and taped them to headbands. I also colored some black spots to some old socks for Ann Marie.
We really did have a fun time at Chick-fil-A. The kids actually ate their food and played nicely for a long time in the playplace. Some of our friends came at the same time and I had a nice time chatting with them.
I regretted getting Sprite. It's the first time I've had soda in probably a year and a half, and it really doesn't taste that great to me anymore. I let Kevin finish it for me. I also regretted getting chicken nuggets and fries instead of a salad. I think I would have enjoyed a salad more.
The worst mistake was that we stayed too long. I've found that usually fun things go better if we stop while it's still fun instead of waiting until Kevin's getting upset. But I was enjoying talking to my friends and the longer I waited the more I was dreading having to tell the kids it was time to go. I really tried to give the kids lots of warnings and use all my tricks to ease the transition, but despite that, Kevin and Heidi were both upset, and just as we were going out the door to the parking lot Kevin darted away and before I could stop him he had disappeared back into the play structure and refused to come out.
I had to go after him and drag him out, then he disappeared again as I was trying to get out. I was really mad. I'm still mad. Maybe it was Karma because I definitely remember hiding from my mom in a particularly cool McDonald's playplace when I was a kid. The only reason I'm still glad we went is because I really did have a nice time with my friends. Oh, and I borrowed my friend's phone and got pictures of this adorable baby cow: