When I get hungry I get cranky. REALLY, REALLY CRANKY.
Today we went to the Museum of Science in Boston MAINLY so that we could use a $15 groupon at a restaurant nearby.
Museum admission is so expensive that for my family of six it makes more sense to buy a membership than buy individual passes. The membership we chose comes with free passes to Omni movies, Planetarium shows, etc. And it includes free parking (2 hours) in the museum garage.
But it's $170.
Since we had only planned to spend a couple of hours at the museum and then go to dinner we didn't bring snacks for the kids. But, as children, they didn't stick to the plan so we ended up buying popcorn and juice for the bargain price of $24. And my husband got a salad. Who the hell buys anything from the sneeze salad bar at the Museum of Science? Never mind a $10 salad that takes 15 minutes to eat when you've got tired kids on your hands?
SO we sit down at the table with our $nack$ and my husband asks, "Do you want a bite of my salad?"
I don't think you can just grab a bite of a hardboiled egg. That's the kind of thing you sort of need to be in the mood for.
So I say, "No. Thanks."
Then the kids finish sucking down their juiceboxes and still have 90% of their popcorn left so they start whining about how they want more $70 juiceboxes and I say "no."
And my husband offers me ANOTHER bite of his salad. And I say, "No, thanks."
And he says, "Because you seem to be getting that way you get when you get low blood sugar. Y'know, CRANKY."
And, MAINLY, because my arms weren't long enough to do permanent damage I said, "I'm not cranky."
And my 8yo, who was sitting beside my husband looks up at him, gives an EXAGGERATED head nod in my direction and does something with his eyebrows that indicates that he agrees with my husband that I am, in fact CRANKY.
And I say, "You're supposed to do those things when the person you're eyeballing about can't see you."
And I add, "I'm not hungry, but we're supposed to watch the movie over there (left) in 15 minutes, so we REALLY don't have time to go back to the museum. I thought we were going to come in here and get 2 cookies and a water for $5 and now we're sitting here with a whole dinner's price worth of food and everyone is whining that they finished their juice even though I told them to wait to open their juice until we sat down, so MAYBE that's why I'm CRANKY.
And my 8yo turns to my husband, throws his arms up in the air in victory and says, "So we were RIGHT! You ARE cranky!"
At which point, my husband, sensing the imminent end of my son's young existence, nearly choked on his eggs and grabbed my son saying, "No! You don't say THAT!"
P.S. Don't even get me started on the story about how the restaurant with the $15 Groupon we spent $260 to use had a 45 minute wait when got there so we had to go to a restaurant around the corner for $83. ARGH.
was just thinking this... has absolutely nothing to do with your post, but it's good that Florence Griffith-Joyner wasn't named Blorence. We would have called her BloJo and that is dangerously close to something else entirely.
Posted by: furiousball | February 22, 2011 at 11:55 AM
OK... you really have to come to Australia because guess what??? MUSEUMS ARE FREE!!! Free I tellya. Seriously it's so amazing. They (and art galleries) are my favourite places to go because they're FREE!!
Also parking costs $14 for as long as you want.
Posted by: Paxochka | February 22, 2011 at 11:59 PM
Did I mention FREE?
Seriously I could work for them I love advertising them so much. I can't believe more people don't go to the museum and art gallery here because they put on amazing FREE exhibitions. And every holiday they do a kids version of whatever exhibit is on.
FOR FREE!!
Posted by: Paxochka | February 23, 2011 at 12:20 AM
Instead of being grateful for the 29 or 30 days a month when we're NOT cranky (even though they irritate the shit out of us), they have to harp on the 1 day a month when we finally snap and say something in an ever-so-slightly-cranky manner.
Ugh, and I hate waiting at restaurants. The ones that have an hour wait every single weekend, should expand!! Wait...did that sound cranky?
Posted by: Opto-Mom | February 23, 2011 at 02:03 AM
I super hate that! When "cheap snacks" and a quick dinner cost 9 billion dollars. I live in New York city where grabbing a bagel can like kill you. Seriously, it's so annoying.
Posted by: Paula/adhocmom | February 23, 2011 at 04:30 PM