The past week I have been just barely floating along in the mom department. I’m sick and Sam is sick and we are both so grumpy. He is communicating really poorly. I am not much better (though at least I have not stopped speaking English). We have hardly left the house, we have watched too much television (all Star Wars all the time), and I have spent nearly every minute wanting a nap (and a few more wishing everyone would leave me alone).
Today I was determined to do better. We took a brief desert trip on Saturday and Sam was in absolute heaven, which made it perfectly clear just how miserably bored he’s been at home. I’ve got tons of plans for when I feel better, but it couldn’t wait.
So we got dressed and drove to the Autry. Which is closed on Mondays.
Oh, and Sam fell asleep in the car on the way there. If Sam naps, he doesn’t go to bed at night.
I drove around Burbank for about ten minutes, furious at myself for not checking museum hours (I could have sworn they were open 7 days), and then turned around and drove back through Griffith Park.
Ah-ha! I thought. The Observatory is in Griffith Park, and even if it is not open I’m pretty sure the grounds will be. Sam would love the view(s)!
Well. The Observatory is not open on Mondays, and while the grounds are open the view is not worth it when it suddenly starts pouring down freezing rain with high-power winds. Sam clung to me and cried as I ran back to the car.
So we came home and he is watching The Empire Strikes Back. I won’t even mention that I took a wrong turn leaving the Observatory and came down a winding road that was partially flooded. The whole story loses credibility at that point, because how bad could my luck be?