Neil has been planning to be away this weekend for months, and I’ve been making little lists in my head of things that I wanted to accomplish while he was gone. Besides the requisite “something interesting to do with the kids,” I wanted to sew a couple of aprons & scarves to sell, ship some orders, take down the Christmas tree, write up instructions for those who’ll be watching the kids while I’m away next week, plan what I’ll be bringing to Synergy, blah blah blah.
So faced with this significant laundry list, I did what any reasonable person would do.
I went on vacation.
Ok, maybe it’s not really a vacation as much as a change-of-scenery. I decided at the last minute to accompany Neil on his trip, because when asked “what do you want to do today?” at least one of my boys invariable says “stay in a hotel!”
And when they say “stay in a hotel,” they don’t mean what normal people mean: sightseeing, shopping, enjoying the local flavor. No, they mean jellybeans, hot chocolate, and cable TV. They need never leave the room to be happy.
Theoretically, this meant that I could indulge their desire for a weekend of sugary slothfulness and still accomplish some of my more portable goals.
So there we were in Boston yesterday, the sun streaming in the hotel window. We’d just returned from a short expedition to get the lay of the land, when I made the simple suggestion that we should go for a walk and get a little early supper. They agreed, I glanced at a Google map, and off we went. For about 1/3 of a mile. It was cold, it was windy, and I wasn’t confident enough in my sense of the surroundings to know if we were heading into a nice area of the city or not. We turned around, got the car from the garage after reluctantly parting with an enormous parking fee, and went off to get some take-out from Burger King to bring back to the room.
2.5 hours later, we were back and our view looked like this. Yeah, a take-out run doesn’t usually take two and a half hours, but this trip didn’t exactly turn out the way I’d planned. For one thing, I didn’t see any of the same street names that I’d spied on my quick glance at the map, so I just headed in the right general direction, parked in the first spot I saw, and ate at the first place I found. After a nicely-satisfying early supper at Bennigan’s, I tried to get back to the hotel, but between one-way streets, and a completely ungridlike city layout, I ended up in a tunnel that took me WAAAAAAY out of the way. I spent the next 1.5 hours trying to get back, without a map or a real clue. What a frustrating trip that was!
We came back, theboys took baths (ah, the novelty of cleansing oneself in an unfamiliar tub) and then the three of us piled into one bed, turned off the lights, and watched a Sponge Bob movie on TV. I had hoped someone would fall asleep during that, but unfortunately the only one to doze off was me
So, a new day dawned. A new, bright, beautiful day. A new, bright, beautiful, and entirely too cold day. It seems a shame to be in a city rich with history (and shopping…) and to spend it couped up in a single room watching TV. But I did have my to-do list to keep me busy. And I was still irritated enough from the previous night’s experience not to relish the idea of driving anywhere. And the boys?
Well, the boys pretty much started off their day being hypnotized.
By a sponge.
I actually was in danger of hypnosis myself. Watching airplanes take off and land can do that to a person…
Luckily I’d brought a distraction with me.
And I used it to make this.
And begin work on this. I got a little bored and quit, but with luck I’ll finish it up before we check out.
At this point, the TV is off, we’ve done an hour or so of further hotel exploration, and we’ve narrowly averted a playtime crisis:
Aidan wouldn’t let Eamonn play with his Ultraman figures, but luckily I was able to get my hands on a very special super team for Eamonn: Shampoo Man, Mouthwash Boy, Mrs. Cream, Conditioner Lady, Soap Guy and Soap Girl. Whew.