We now have memberships to Houston's Space Center, an astronaut-themed children's museum at NASA. They have flight simulators, spaceship exhibits, short movies, a giant four story playplace with the fastest slide I have ever experienced (as long as I can get my belly through those tight crawl spaces why should the kids have all the fun??), and tram tours through the grounds of NASA.
We happened to walk by the tram entrance when there was no line (highly unusual) AND it was loading the last few rows with minutes before departure. So on a whim I hopped right on with the three kiddos and my protruding self, thinking that the PB&J's in my purse would make this trip an enjoyable one.
The ride itself was rather fun, despite the anxiety of having to keep three little ones from falling out of the tram. But by the time we arrived at the Mission Control Center, entering on foot and up 87 stairs to see a presentation on the historic Mission Control of the 60's, I was out of food and it was naptime. Can you guess where this is going?
Soon Hosanna and Zion were both screaming, one in each ear. I desperately tried to cover their mouths and whisper forcefully at them. Then I heard someone yell "Ma'am!" I looked up and realized that the whole presentation had stopped about 10-15 seconds earlier, with all fifty pairs of eyes on me, and the tour guide had been trying to get my attention to escort me out of the room.
Next came the walk of shame as I dragged my sobbing children over 10 people's laps and out to the hall.
The joys.
2 comments:
I am sorry about this but I just had to laugh. I wish I could have been there to help you. Just remember to bring more food next time. LOL
Did all those people forget what it was like to have small children?! You would think someone SOMEONE would have stopped to help you.
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