Sunday, July 20, 2014

The time we were mistaken.

Saturdays have become seriously great this summer.  Jack started a tradition where he takes the girls out in the morning so I can sleep late and then always brings me back an egg white delight from McDonald's and a doughnut from Lehi Bakery so I can eat them in the tub and read a magazine.  We spend the rest of the day chilling in the back yard or doing fun, summery things with the girls (hikes, snow cones, farmers markets..).

Yesterday we thought it would be a fantastic idea to take the girls up to Salt Lake on Frontrunner/TRAX because Liv loves trains so much.  She was stoked.  I packed up a bunch of snacks, we paid $30 for tickets and boarded.  It was literally one of the worst trips of my life.  The girls were thrilled with the concept for about 10 minutes, and then Olivia felt cooped up and wanted to run up and down the aisles and stairs.  Berlin was mad that we wouldn't let her crawl on the dirty floors and put her mouth on the rails.  It took about 45 minutes to get to Salt Lake Central and then we had to switch to TRAX to get to City Creek.  We had to sit outside in 100 degree weather for 25 minutes and wait for the next train.  Got to City Creek, and Olivia had a meltdown.  It was so crowded that we had to make her hold our hand the whole time and she was not having it.  Berlin was done with the stroller so one of us had to hold her while still pushing it.

We did stop at the Disney store and had a great moment where Liv got to try on some dresses.

But then we were hot and tired and had to catch the train back home.  We took TRAX (which was packed with people who didn't seem to know what soap was) back to SL Central, then had to wait another half an hour for Frontrunner.  These wait times weren't our fault, the only train to frontrunner arrived half an hour before Frontrunner got there.  I was done.  I hit my wall so hard that I was afraid of the path of destruction I would leave.  Jack, bless him, kept a great attitude and helped me not lose it completely.  We took the train another 45 minutes home and somehow kept the cranky girls from annoying the other passengers too much. Olivia was climbing all over us like a monkey, swinging from the bars and mauling everything in sight.

Usually having our kids with us makes every experience better.  Not in this case. If I was traveling by myself or with Jack, it could honestly be a nice way to go.  Maybe. But basically we spent 4 hours traveling, and 1 hour at the mall and let's be honest, we spent about as much as we would have in gas and nobody even checked our tickets.  It was a great learning experience though and maybe helped the girls for the flight we are taking soon to Washington; but you couldn't pay me enough to repeat that trip.





...also, we got to put the girls to bed and eat the huge zucchini from my garden and fresh cherries from the farmer's market that morning so it was a great end to the day.


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