Yesterday, the kid thrust a $2 off coupon for Kids Nite Out at the Rec center at me when we were on the way home.
“Can I go?”
As in, that night. In an hour. And we haven’t eaten dinner.. But sure, why not. I looked at the movie options at the local theater, because unexpected nights off can sometimes mean movie nights for mama – if the movie schedule fits when V has to be picked up.
Oh, Deepwater Horizon! That sounds good. And I’ll review the trailers in front, as it is Friday, and it’s fun.
Voldemort packed swimsuit and towel, a handful of quarters, and off we went.
As we’re parking in the lot at the rec center, I hear a sheepish sounding, “Mama? I think I forgot something..”
Shoes. Voldemort forgot to put on SHOES before we left the house.
I got V signed in, discussed if the family bathroom would be open (V doesnt like using gendered bathrooms and vastly prefers not to), rolled my eyes at the lack of shoes (although attempted to be soothing, as the kid was upset about it) and headed out again to take myself to a movie.
I was pretty excited, I’ll admit. But, standing in the registration line had taken ten minutes, and the movie was due to start in five. And I wanted to see all the trailors. So I was trying to hurry.
Which is, of course, when the railroad crossing lights started to flash and the arm that prevents cars from trying to cross the tracks and end up flattened messes came down.
Four minutes later, I can finally cross. The movie theater parking lot is full, so it takes me another minute to find a spot to park.
I head in happily, although a little anxious.
“One for Deepwater Horizon, please.”
“Sorry, ma’am. This showing is sold out.”