Ah, Sunday and the randomly scheduled and occasionally referred to Family Day.
For years now, every couple of months Grumpy has a mild tanty and says “I just wanna bloody do something on Sundays”. Which is really lovely. Except that he brings it up in the middle of a Wednesday when my mind is otherwise occupied.
Also, I don’t want to think about it. This year, I have manged to rein in the mayhem and make it easier for him to pre-organise a Sunday Family Outing. Usually, I stick one of my mayhem mangers on the fridge, tap it repeatedly on the upcoming Sunday and say “right, what are we doing? I don’t wanna choose, decide, suggest, or be in any way responisble – just do something and tell me”
Except, I’ve been craving the dumpling soup I had in Shanghai last year, so have been suggesting we go for Yum Cha (sadly, not in Shanghai, but in Chinatown, Little Bourke Street instead) – and after that, you can take me where you like.
So off we went, Yum Cha for breakfast at 10.30am, where we had trolley’s wheeled past us and various, indecipherable suggestions fired at us and Chippie ate his weight in Chinese donuts, which appear to be the size of his head and covered in more sugar than should logically and realistically be able to adhere to a donut of any size, description or ethnicity.
Monkey Boy ate too much, and Godzilla could have kept going. And I wanted him to, if only to fatten up and smooth out his incomprehensible pointy bits. He closely resembles a resident of Auschwich yet eats like an attendee of Overeaters Anonymous.
Then its off to the next model train exhibition on our list of Fun Stuff For This Family To Do On Sundays, which sets Chippie off into a state of pure ecstasy and not knowing where to look next, but yelling “TRAIN, LOOK A TRAIN!” loudly and a lot.
Godzilla got bored about 7 minutes in. Not that I blame him, really.
Except … an epiphany!
Trains, train museums, steam trains, model trains, wooden trains lying in the middle of my floor that have caused near leg breakages on more than one occasion, including causing a fall down the stairs, diesel rail cars, vintage railways, LEGO trains and more have been so much a part of my life that I:
a) have forgotten what it is I actually enjoy doing. I don’t even know what I like anymore; and
b) almost stopped breathing in panic at having to contemplate something else to do on a Sunday that doesn’t involve trains.
I did suggest to Godzilla that we’d do something he enjoyed next Sunday. Or just as soon as he can offer soemthing that isn’t lying under his bed, alone, undisturbed, for hours playing his DS.
After several hours we left. With the view to heading off to yet another train related activity; a minature railway that was operating during the night and promised to be scary and fun! I couldn’t wait!
At which point, the kids whinging about wanting to go home upped yet another knotch and a storm rolled in and thwarted my vision for a Fun, Family Evening.
I had the drive home to contemplate how sad my life has become.
You know things are getting bad when you start trying to convince your kids that the thing they love the most is “gonna be fun, come on!” and they’d rather just go home.
Although … hmm, perhaps this is teh reverse psychology they always talk about and I usualy resort to?!
Hurrah! Now to use this newfound epiphany to my advantage and we end up shoe shopping instead!
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