The weekend was a mixture of magic & misery. A Friday afternoon sushi bar date with Jacob... a Saturday afternoon of homework (Ryan), fighting (kids), & laundry (yours truly)...
Sunday? Well, the "plan" was to drop the kids off at my grandma's, & enjoy a little lunch/movie date with my over-worked-worn-out husband. But seeing as though Saturday wasn't exactly a family-fun day, I knew we needed to switch gears a bit. So, we woke up, had our favorite 'in-a-hurry' breakfast, drove to a far-away movie theater (with the intention of going here afterwards- an incredibly magical place that justifies an entirely separate post) to see a movie we could all enjoy... one that was sure to help us get our weekend back on track. It worked.
Yet unfortunately, others (possibly the entire city of Brea) had the same idea of visiting the new ice cream parlor, so we switched gears once again. But now we're on a mission to go back- sans the "around-the-block" line... And I'm also still on a mission to see "my" movie. From your comments, maybe it's one that should be viewed solo... maybe this afternoon? (laundry can always wait.)
Speaking of magical movies, & nostalgic ice cream parlors, do you remember Colorforms??? I'm on a total old-school kick lately (another future post) when it comes to toys- and in result, my kids are re-experiencing my childhood in ways far beyond ice-cream... whether they like it or not. (at least it's a 'modernized' version :))
In full disclosure, we ended the night with a few episodes of Family Ties (yet another "future post"). It's official. I'm forever trapped in the 1980's. (and I'm holding my family hostage)