Last week at church I was
complaining commenting about how the local theatre wasn't getting in the new Veggie Tales only to be told--but they have it now!
Oops. Colour me uninformed. Despite my whining I managed to make a date with other moms to take our families to see it together.
All without consulting our husbands, of course.
(I know better, I really do, I'm a work in progress)
I told the kids and the husband, all at once. Promised the kids we would go.
(see above parenthetical statements)
I failed to notice amongst the children's joyful shouts that the husband was silent.
Failed to notice until Saturday morning, when I was getting everyone ready to go and dh informed me that he really, really didn't want to go. Being a sweet guy, he didn't try to talk us into staying home (though I could see him doing the math in his head), just quietly stated that he wasn't interested and we should have a good time.
My exuberantly planned family outing was now me and the kids. A prospect considerably less exciting.
Suddenly I didn't really want to go. I was instantly repentant of my failure to discuss plans with the husband, but the kids were bouncing at the back door, ready to GO! GO! GO!
So we went.
The trip started with a warning that the back tire had been low and needed air the last couple times it was taken out. I checked it and it looked fine to me.
We got through our little village and out on the highway and something seemed off. The tire WAS low.
I pulled over in an empty parking lot to pump it up. And discovered that I should have paid closer attention to how our air compressor worked, as the air didn't seem to be going INTO the tire.
Cold, frustrated, and with disgusting drippage from the wheel well all over my hands, I finally got the tire to a happier place, Purelled my hands, and we were off.
First stop: the theatre to pre-purchase our tickets (no need--the theatre was half empty). This actually went well. As well as getting 3 kids and their webkinz awake and out of the car, through the parking lot and back again ever goes.
On to the newly rebuilt fast food joint for lunch. I'm trying to block that entire part of my life from existence, but will tell you that the highlights include waiting in line for over 25 minutes, whiny kids (because of the wait), a dropped (white) Webkinz on the disgusting floor, incredibly bad customer service, being sold out of just about everything we tried to order, and a new play area 1/3 of the size of the old one (with nowhere to put coats or boots). We won't be back.
I was wishing we'd never come.
After a very short play time (because of the wait maybe?) we went back to the theatre to see our movie. There we discovered the power of friends: friends who get booster seats for the kids (I didn't even know they made them) and watch them while you get the popcorn. Lovely, lovely friends. I still thought we should have stayed home, but they did make things easier.
The movie was cute as only Veggie Tales can be. It was also intense for the kids. A couple of times, especially as we got closer and closer to the end, there were complaints about it being too scary. I worried some more that we should have stayed home, except....
The boy, who had opted to sit on my lap at the beginning of the movie (the better to reach the big bag of popcorn) progressively snuggled closer and closer. His arms snaked around my neck to hold tight through the scary parts. When it was ok, he'd relax and go back to eating his popcorn. Towards the end, as the movie built in suspense, he abandoned the popcorn and opted to keep his arms securely around me. He'd absentmindedly play with my hair when he was calm (reason #2046 why I'll never be fashionable) and squeal and bury his face in my neck when things got too scary.
I had never, until those precious, precious moments, understood why guys take their dates to horror flicks.
I get it now.
Someday, much, much too soon, he'll be too cool to snuggle with his mama (or to call her mama), but for those minutes in a darkened theatre, he was all mine. Mine to hold tight, mine to comfort, mine to whisper sweet assurances in his ear. Mine to cherish as I wished one movie could last forever and that I could always have his trusting arms squeezing me tight.
It was one of those moments I'll be tucking safe in my heart.*
His sisters had some concerns as well, but they all braved it out and were rewarded with a suitably happy ending (and music video).
In the end:
Cost of fuel to and from the city: approximately $15.00
Nutrition-less meal for 4: $19.97
1 Adult and 3 children's movie tickets: $29.98
1 Jumbo Popcorn and 1 bottle of water: $11.13
Being held tight by my precious 3 year old: PRICELESS
I have no math for the frustration felt up to that point, but I still think things came out way, WAY on the positive side. I'm so glad we went.
Then, in case I wasn't feeling loved enough, the Lord saw fit to gift us with a snowstorm the next day. No church, much napping! I am truly, surely, blessed.
*A memory I would have missed if his Dad had come, since the moms ended up leaving the kids with the dads and taking off for girl fun at Value Village. The day would have been easier with Dad along, but oh! what I would have lost!