Ok so it’s the last day of summer vacation. Kids are going back to school tomorrow so I had this bright idea. Let’s have a “best day ever” where we travel around to all our local spots and live it up for just one more glorious day!
Only, it was not glorious. It was hard, whiney, filled with a major injury, and almost caused me to flip my lid. Yes, you heard me…it’s not always sunshine, unicorns and peaches at Harry Up and Go. Isn’t that the way sometimes? You are so excited about something, and have the best intentions for your kids and it goes horribly wrong?
So what do we do? Personally, I try to pull up my big girl panties and do whatever it takes to just flip that switch and make it work some how. It was SO hard to come back, but I’m pleased to say, “I did it.” (I’m also pleased that they are all asleep right now). This was my day today. It went a little something like this:
- Wake kids up extra early (7:30am) to get used to the morning routine. Everyone was groggy, but in good spirits because they were excited about our “best day ever”. We got out the door without incident and were on the road by 8:00am. Major success!
- Surprise kids by taking them to Paradise Donuts for a breakfast treat. Totally enjoyed this…Yes! The day is starting off great.
- 9:00 AM :Drive over to our favorite hidden gem of a playground on George Street. We walk over through the dewy grass and everyone gets their feet soaked. Minor complaining, but no biggie. I look ahead to see Mermaid walking hand in hand with Bubba, and it melts my heart. I’m still thinking, wow this is the best day ever!
- 9:05 Harry children are all playing happily on the various playground equipment, interjecting with, “Hey Mom, look at me’s!”
- 9:10 AM: Mr. Baseball is up at the top of the long slide and says, “Mom, the slide is wet, should I go down it and get my butt wet?” To which I replied, “No”. He then asks me, “Mom, should i try to go down on my feet?” To which I replied, “No, that’s not safe”. I’m watching him, as he does it anyway with his Crocs on. He slides down the steep, wet slide on his feet. I watched this dare-devil quality move, and watched him hit the ground with his tailbone. I’m thinking, what a doofus. Then i see the terror in his eyes as he’s running over to me and I’ve realized he’s hurt. He’s really hurt, and scared. He’s knocked the wind out of his chest and he’s terrified. I swear, it was a good ten seconds the child could not breathe. I was crying as I was trying to reassure him he would be OK. But really, I was unsure. Breathe child!! Then he was able to take a few very quick breaths, little by little. He was VERY upset, and I knew the child was hurt. He’s not one to let on even when he really is hurt, so I knew this was a big deal.
- 9:15 AM: I have him lie down on the park bench while he recovers so I can asses this injury and snap a few pics for the blog. ( I was planning on reviewing our favorite playground…this will come later!) He was still in a lot of pain, complaining about his back and he still was breathing very shallow. I wonder if I should take him to the ER- your back is not something to mess with right?
- 9:20 AM: Time to break the news to the other children that we will not be continuing our “Best Day Ever” because we need to go home and ice Mr. Baseball’s back. Cue massive protests and crying from the three girl Harrys. We start walking back to the car. Thankfully Mr. B’s back is well enough for him to walk with a bit of help. He’s still having a hard time breathing and talking though, which had me worried. Missy Harry, who is lagging far behind asks me to put her shoes in my diaper bag. I tell her that, no, I cannot at the moment because I am helping Mr. B and a full, major tantrum starts. Missy is a force to be reckoned with and is in the phase (GOD PLEASE LET IT BE A PHASE!) where the word “NO” is not in her vocabulary. It takes everything in me not to flip the F out. There’s only so much one person can handle. Somehow by the grace of God, I get all 5 of them into the car and buckled. Missy is still tantruming about the shoes.
I’m telling you, sometimes the littlest things can just turn your mood around. It went from the ‘Best Day Ever’ to the “Worst Day Ever” in a matter of minutes. I won’t bore you with the battle that ensued during and after the shoe tantrum, but I will tell you that it took a good while to turn my frown upside down.
All in all, we put ourselves back together after some discussions on being safe and LISTENING TO YOUR MOTHER. I took many deep breaths and gave myself a 10 minute time out (well as much as I can with a 22 month old). I needed to apologize to a few children for the words that I said loudly when we were in crisis/tantrum mode. Then we all vowed to continue on with the Best Day Ever. And I’m happy to say that we did. We ate at Chick Fil A (and chatted with an old friend!), played at Chuck E. Cheese, shopped at Five Below, and sang songs in the car. Days don’t always turn out like you envision them, but it’s important not to let those days keep you home. Every experience, both good and bad, are opportunities to learn something. I know Mr. Baseball learned a very hard lesson today. I pray for the tough parts of days like these to be few and far between. But I feel confident that they are learning how to cope, how to apologize when necessary, and how to pick yourself back up after falling.
Here are a few pics from the rest of our day. If this was your last day of summer vacation, did you do anything fun? How do you pick yourself back up when things don’t go as planned? Thanks for reading! Oh and after a call to the doctor, Mr. Baseball is deemed A-Ok. He is still a bit sore, but will make a full recovery 🙂