We took ourselves off to the first Toronto Flower Market of 2014 as the first stop on my Day Before Mother’s Day Extravaganza. The idea was to spend the whole day together in vacation mode. I planned a full day of events with my beloved and our boys, stopping off at various places around the city:
- the flower market
- Type Books
- (unplanned detour to) the ER at Sick Kids with Eldest who broke a bone in his hand the day before, the swelling of which I could no longer ignore, though I had managed to ridicule his claim that it was broken on Friday night. (“Hell, no, I’m not taking you to the ER on a Friday night. It will be packed. If that hand was broken you’d be writhing in pain, child. Put some ice on it.”)
- ate falafel and humble pie for lunch
- bought one-handed food for Eldest who is now sporting a cast (see above re: humble pie)
- the Science Rendezvous at UofT, where the kids exploded gummie bears, crawled through the blood vessels of the heart, and made frothing toothpaste
- street basketball
- soccer in the park
- dinner at Sports Café to watch the Habs game
It occurred to me that I was packing an enormous amount of fun into a single day, and that aside from ignoring my children’s broken bones, I am quite possibly the most amazing mother on earth, but then I realized that, minus the ER, some folks just call that an ordinary weekend day. Some folks just head out the door in the morning, and don’t come home until the day is done. These are People Who Know How to Have Fun.
I enjoyed being one of those people for a day, packing it in. Not my usual speed at all, but that’s what holidays are for.
All sounds lovely (minus the trip to the ER), even the humble pie.
The humble pie *was* important. I had kind of a hard time on Friday seeing through the haze of my anger that he’d been in a fight.
this is one great post.