Family Day

Today was a rare Saturday for me.  I spent it with both my daughter AND my husband.  Normally that does not happen, but all the stars lined up and today we were to have a family day.  It was going to be perfect.  Just like a Publix commercial.  Or one of those RomCom scenes set to that Sixpence None the Richer song...except of course not romanctic.  That would be weird. 

It started off well enough...we all were crowded on the couch watching Eric Ripert's Avec Eric.  Good show, if you haven't seen it.  Anyway I digress, around this point my daughter started lamenting about having a playdate.  I said, "We're going to have family day."  And she responded, "I hate family day.  I want to play with a kid."  Alrighty then.

And we were off venturing out to the home show at our local Civic Center.  Honestly there is one thing I know, there is NOTHING a kid loves more than going to a home improvement tradeshow.  Playdates?  What are playdates when there are flooring samples to look at?  She was a good sport and feigned an interest in a berber carpet sample for a bit, but soon, even the free candy set out at each booth wasn't cutting it.  All was not lost however, as the organizers of the event had the forethought to have Coo Coo the Clown there.  Coo Coo looks like your average clown which until today I had no problem with.  But as my daughter drug me closer and closer to Coo Coo, my heart began beating faster and faster.  Suddenly big boldly colored shoes and orange wigs seemed as dangerous as hunting knives.    I kept seeing Tim Curry in Stephen King's IT.  Finally I signaled my husband to come and relieve me.  When I told him the problem, he laughed and walked away.  I started yoga breathing.  Finally we got our balloon Princess wand and made our escape.  Shortly after that, loaded down with business cards we'll never use, we left the show altogether. 

This is when the trouble really started.  At this point, I decided it would be a good idea to have my two beloveds accompany me on a drive around town looking at houses.  I love doing this and therefore they will love it too right?  Ha!  Soon both of them are lamenting about home, playdates, and naps.  Guess who wanted what? 

It didn't get much better from there.  We then headed to the Earth Fare.  It's our new organic grocery store and I'm smitten.  Smitten means that much like the liesurely drive around town looking at houses, I'm now liesurely and lovingly contemplating every item in the store.  My husband is about to lose his mind.  "Superbowl!  We just need something for Superbowl!!  Pick something!!  Turkey Burgers!!!"  And me, "oh but that pepper crusted trout looks nice and oh look at all those different kinds of salsas..." The highlight of this fiasco had to be a fight between my husband and myself in front 16 year old check out kid  about who was picking up the check.  And while I can't be 100% certain,  I'm pretty sure the look on that kids face was the same look I had for Coo Coo.