Five and half years ago when I found out that we were going to be moving to the DC area for Alex’s job, I was kinda sad. In my mind DC was gray and dirty and unfriendly. And on the East Coast, which is obviously NOT the Left Coast, therefore inherently inferior.
(I still believe that last part, by the way.)
Even though I was worried about what DC might be like, I was always happy that “there’ll be a lot to do with my kids at least.” Because the Smithsonian! And the seat of government! And Metro trains!
But then I moved here and realized that there is no way in hell I am willing to take three kids on the metro and into the city by myself. I realized that if I did such a thing, I would probably lose at least one of my kids (Jack), maybe two (Jack and Quinn). I would also listen to a lot of whining (Sam…okay, and me.) Plus I would have to carry someone a long distance (Quinn).
But, check it: I have one kid now. Well, one kid and a nasty cell phone habit, but on any given day, it is likely that I will have one (or less) kid until 3:15. So when my ambitious friend Miss L suggested we take advantage of my reduced numbers of children yesterday and go to the Air and Space Museum, I uncharacteristically said yes.
Throwing aside any vestiges of dignity, we blew our “local mom” disguises by taking photos on the Metro. I think if you do that, it doesn’t matter where you live, you automatically qualify as “tourist mom.”
We had a lot of fun, although it turns out that three-year-olds are apparently incapable of using their legs to walk. I don’t know what museum is right outside the Metro stop, but next time we’re going to that one. It seems like it took us six years to get the museum and even then we had to bribe the munchkins with overpriced ice cream.
You may notice I haven’t mentioned the actual substance of the museum. That’s because although I remember being there, I don’t remember much actual learning or noticing of exhibits going on. I do know that we visited way more than one bathroom and that we bought a fair amount of expensive food and that the word “behind” said over and over to Quinn on the ride home made him laugh hysterically, but I don’t remember a hell of a lot interest in such things as “exhibits.”
But it was good. I feel a little bad that I’ve given up entirely on teaching culture to my older children, but after this mostly successful trip to The Big City, Quinn is going to start experiencing a crapload of culture.