After the last few weekends full of birthdays, extended family gatherings and other stuff (like fridge shopping) we had a weekend free.
A Family Day, I determined, was a necessity. Basically, if I did not get out of the house and have nothing to think about, homicide of some sort may very well have been an option.
Apologising profusely to the teenager, whom the world now revolves around and has upped his penchant for being overly dramatic, regarding the deferral of going to see RoboCop, and subsequently explaining the subtle (???) difference between being a horrible mother who “lies to him” and someone stressed out of their head who needs a break and that a mind has been changed, we opted to head off for a day with … you guessed it!
Back along South Gippsland way, we went, for the last time we went there, all our plans went askew and we didn’t actually see or travel on the train there. It seemed like a good a day as any.
A quick squizz at the timetable online gave us a good idea of where to head first, given, also, that we were leaving the house some 37 minutes later than desired.
Meanwhile, I relaxed considerably and chose to just enjoy the day; putting everything else aside for the moment and just having fun.
The trip one way followed half an hour of playing around some trains, long stationary, increasingly ‘rustic’ and obviously there for no other reason that for my children to climb all over. Oh, and for me to photograph …
Dumpling the Dragon also recently transformed into a Robot Dragon That Can Transform Into A Train, so he spent a considerably time – like ALL DAY – being a Train …
Godzilla, meanwhile has transformed into a pre-teen, and aside from deciding that getting up each morning is the most abhorrent thing that could every possibly happen to him, he likes to spend a lot more time in his own little world …
Inspired by a recent story I came across, about a LEGOgrapher touring the world Monkey Boy and I took along a couple of LEGO train drivers (I know! Can you believe we have some of those?!?!) and got a bit creative and had loads of fun …
A bout of suspension bridge running and tree climbing and we set off for home, where everything got a bit stupid, Monkey Boy chose this considerable drive – knowing he was being a complete arse – to ask “What’s a clitoris?” encouraging his five-year-old brother to repeat it about a million times and giggling hysterically when Chippie decided he was a “vagaurus”, which is apparently a type of dragon.
I lost my shit, eventually, after trying to remain as calm as possible for as long as possible.
As I chopped the one, remaining and frozen carrot for dinner, I realised that the pain I’d been carrying in my head for the last week, mild, but there, had gone, the pain in my shoulder had lessened and I felt happy.
It was a good day.