You know those days where you go on adventures with your kids--ones that take a surprising amount of energy and which you enter with high expectations? Ever had one of those adventure-days that completely bombed? Well, that happened to us a month when we went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
I love going on adventures with my kids. But sometimes, they just don't go according to plan. This was simply one of those times.
We are lucky for two big reasons: 1) This incredible aquarium is only a few hours from our home. 2) Our great friends gave us their membership guest passes, so we didn't have to shell out a bunch of cash.
We entered our visit with high expectations because we had a blast going last year, even if that visit started with us forgetting the guest passes at home and having to cough up the full-priced tickets. This time, CJ in particular was very, very excited to see her favorite animal: the hammerhead shark.
Throw in a baby that refused to sleep the entire two hour drive (during his nap time) and a tantrum-prone, always-running-away 2 year old, and Brad and I were already giving each other the raised eyebrows above our kids. As in, "Do we really want to do this?!"
|He is clearly so, so tired. Baby D is the champion of holding on to being awake, exhaustion be darned.|
We tried to salvage the day, but CJ was not satisfied with the amount of hammerhead sharks she had seen. And she spent the rest of the time talking about it and wanting to go home. "Mom, I'm having a hard time!" "This is the worst Saturday ever!" We went to a smaller exhibit where kids can color, and that helped a bit.
But fairly quickly, our kids were done with coloring. We ate our packed lunches and moved on to the other side of the aquarium where they have inter-active exhibits where you can touch some sea creatures and be under a wave simulator.
|Sidenote: Brad is attractive.|
CJ loved the wave simulator, but RG was too afraid to be under it.
These were sections that we enjoyed a lot last year, but the crowds were huge, the kids were grumpy, and the baby fussy. So we eventually raced through what was left and decided to get the heck out of Dodge.
And yes, Baby D cried most of the two hours home.
It wasn't what we had hoped for, but at least we got some cute photos out of it! (Photos can be so misleading. It's a good thing I know the truth, or else I'd think while looking at our post that our little family is perfect.)
This whole post isn't to complain about us being able to go somewhere awesome with our kids; it's just to say, those good-hard days happen! It's disappointing when you make extra effort to have a special day as a family and that day leaves you exhausted and frustrated. But that's life. Memories were still made and we would still do that Saturday again in a heartbeat.
Well, maybe in another six months!