I find adult outings with kids often to be full of anxiety and I stress about the event for days beforehand, but the choice this weekend is to either sit home on our own again or to get myself sorted, polished, prepared and ready and head to the races at flemington.
Today the three of us bought me a new dress, perfect for pushing the double pram that will also go ok with flat shoes and should deal with any snot or food stains that get rubbed on me during the day. It covers the lumpy bits as well as possible and won't show if I am wearing my big knickers or not every time I have to bend to pick up Immy, the runaway one year old.
|This is how I will feel on the way there.|
I will have to pack the lunch, the picnic blanket, suncream, nappy bag, cardigans in case it gets cold, water bottles, lip gloss, snuggle rug, phone,sunglasses, hats, money. Get into the car, and as driving in there is nearly impossible we will have to walk for miles to get there, I doubt I can get the whole shebang on the tram.
Kinda sounds crazy to even go, lady in the shop today tells me I should really get my neighbours to drive me....mmmm, not sure if that is their idea of fun, packing us up and taxi driving us about.
But, we will be there with bells on, the girls will run around and love the horses, I will pay $78 for two sausages in bread, the girls will lick the sauce off and I will eat the left overs. I will have a single glass of champers, eat strawberries and chips and dips and cheeses melting in the sun.
I will probably lose my hat.
At the end of the day I will strap the girls in the pram, some thongs on my feet and push that pram homewards.
On Sunday, Mr H is home. All day!