Friday, February 08, 2013
I decided to take them on a day trip. So at 7:30 a.m. last Saturday morning we packed some snacks and movies, and loaded into the van for an adventure. We drove 2 hours and 10 minutes north to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, to go to a science museum there, the Whitaker Center.
We'd never been there, but a friend had told us about it, and since DC doesn't have a science museum (lame!), I thought this was the perfect chance to go check it out. It was just the right size for us, with three small levels, a super 0-5 area, and an IMAX theater showing Flight of the Butterflies in 3D.
But it was mostly awesome. Hazel and Ginger brought money from their allowance to spend at the gift shop, and that part was really fun. Hazel bought a make-instant-worms kit and a bag of marbles; Ginger bought two stained glass coloring books. I also got a few things for their Easter baskets and our upcoming trip to Utah. I had to say no to the 3-foot stuffed dog Poppy wanted.
When we got home, two of my friends were waiting for me, with flowers and a new butter dish (to replace this one.) Ed picked up the babysitter on his way home from school, and he took me out to dinner at Green Pig Bistro; everything was excellent. We had planned to see a movie after, but when we checked the offerings on our phones, there was nothing we wanted to see that met our time frame, so we went home early, stuffed, tired, and happy, and watched MIB III from Netflix. Awesome.
I don't know what to say about being 38. It's surreal to be 20 years past 18. I found my first real age spots on my face just a few weeks ago. I know I look my age, probably even older. I've been severely sleep deprived for about 8 years, and that takes its toll, both directly and indirectly. I'm glad to come from hardy stock, so things aren't even worse. But looking past my physical age, I consider my life - my kind husband and loving marriage; my children who are complex, wonderful people; my home and friends and many roles I try to fill, often falling short, and sometimes hitting the mark. It doesn't all seem to be what I expected; in most ways it's better. It's an amazing life, and I'm so grateful to still have so much more ahead of me.