If I’m about to do something completely ridiculous, it’s okay to tell me

Nathan and I had an adventure today – we went with another mommy and her son to Busch Gardens to visit the animals.  Karen has a pass and talked me into getting one last month – we visited Adventure Island, the water park, quite successfully; but I wasn’t sure I would be as taken with Busch Gardens.  It was actually pretty cool, other than Nathan getting sunscreen in his eyes and it being literally 98 degrees outside.

Just as an aside, you would think 98 degrees would not be as flipping hot as it is, since it’s the same temperature as your body.  But since I live here in Florida, I can tell you that often 98 degrees feels like the inside of a toaster oven.  It makes me feel even more terrible for those poor troops in Iraq.  Bad enough you are getting shot at and stuff – but to have to exist in a climate that is 50% hotter than it is in Florida is unbelievable.  We should definitely schedule our future wars somewhere more hospitable, climatewise.

Karen’s son Ken is obsessed with animals and he had a wonderful time.  Nathan got sunscreen in his eyes and spent the second half of the day miserable.  We went to leave and I almost didn’t want to get on the tram, since I didn’t want to take him out and collapse the stroller, etc.  Karen didn’t argue, but I changed my mind.  As we were hoofing it from the tram to the car, she said, I almost told you that it was crazy not to take the tram at the end of the day in this heat.  The tram to the parking lot was about the best part of the afternoon, post-sunscreen in the eyes, and I told her if I am about to do something ridiculous, it’s okay to tell me.

I worry that I am a little bossy or opinionated and people don’t want to disagree with me.  So I’m putting the world on notice that it’s okay to tell me when I am being stupid.

Tell your friends.

~ by floozy1976 on June 7, 2008.