We decided to take a trip to Six Flags Great Adventure today to add some razzle dazzle to the long Memorial Day weekend, and it ended up being just one long headache. Some highlights:
- Before going to the park, we stopped at the nearby outlets because the Little One needed new sneakers. He fell in love with this one pair of shoes, and they were on sale for almost half off. He begged to wear them, and since his sneakers were falling apart, we let him. About 30 yards from the car, he says his feet hurt and he can’t wear the sneakers … which already have parking lot dust on the soles so they can’t be returned.
- The first big blunder of the day: going on the Congo Rapids ride first and getting absolutely sopping wet. My underwear still wasn’t dry by the time we got home 5 hours later.
- We change the Little One out of his wet clothes and into his swimsuit (the only one who had a change of clothes). DUH! Smart parents would have done this BEFORE the wet ride.
- I convince the Little One to try out a family rollercoaster. (He’d ridden the Wacky Worm before and loved it and this seemed similar.) As we are waiting for the ride to start, he has second thoughts and begins crying hysterically and screaming “Get me off of here!!! Get me off of here!!!!!” Despite my attempts to reason with him, we are forced to disembark, with everyone looking at me like I’m a horrible mother.
- We’ve been at the park for two hours and ridden one ride, which has left us soaking wet. Now everyone is getting nasty and headachy so we decide to eat lunch, which costs more than $35 for two mini pizzas, a “chicken” cheesesteak and three bottles of water.
- We decide to “start over” again and try to salvage the day. This falls apart about 2.5 minutes later when the Little One says he needs to go the bathroom 4 times in the span of 10 minutes.
- We drop $10 in a games arcade, which results in the Little One winning a little wooden snake, a pirate pencil and a deck of cards that look like money. He is ecstatic … you would have thought he won the lottery. (It never ceases to amaze me how excited he gets about the cheap prizes they have at those places.)
- As we walk to a children’s area that looks promising, Mr. Jenners leaves me for another woman.
Notice his super hero stance.
- We find the children’s play area we’ve been looking for (with only 3 bathroom stops on the way). The Little One runs off happily and plays for 2.5 hours while we sit and wait. Fortunately, both of us thought to bring our iPod Touches and I’m able to read while Mr. Jenners listens to the radio. (Nothing like reading Columbine–an exhaustive non-fiction account of the shootings at Columbine High School–while sitting on the ground at a children’s splash park. The juxtaposition was weird.)
- The Little One’s clothes are still damp, but his swim clothes are soaking so we change him back into the damp clothes (except for his underwear which are still really wet). He happily exclaims his new favorite phrase–”I’m going commando!!!!”–loudly and frequently.
- Washing my hands in the bathroom, a lady takes a moment to inform me that “you gotta whole lotta red stuff all ovah yo ass, lady!” This proves to be true. And NO — it is NOT what you think. It was from sitting in the water splash area!
- We go home and collapse.
Wondering why we dropped $115 to have this much fun,