I’m not sure I’ve even told Tyler this yet, but one of my other goals in moving here is to make sure that I capitalize on weekend time to create fun family memories. Weekends, without question, are a great time for relaxing, but I’ve found they can also be the impetus for sitting on your butt and doing nothing. This, while necessary at times, is not a habit I want to create here. Therefore, even though Tyler hasn’t officially started his new job yet (and thus we can do whatever we want any day of the week), I still organized our first Weekend Wandering this past Saturday.
Knowing that it would be hot where we are, I checked to see what temperatures would be like in Santa Cruz. Fortunately, about ten to fifteen degrees cooler and directly on the coast, it seemed like the ideal location to spend some time together. I figured we could take Maisie, go for a stroll along West Cliff Drive, stop to eat a packed lunch, and then meander our way back to the car before making a couple of quick stops at local shops.
Well, I learned my lesson – never take the dog and the baby (H) to the same place and expect that I can adjust to make it better. As we reached the turning point on our walk, Maisie began to tire and H began to get cranky. To make matters worse, Tyler had to pee and there was no public restroom in sight. What we could see, though, was many a foxtail – California’s version of dog “poison” that gives me nightmares every time I see it. So, of course, mayhem broke lose or at least I felt like it did. Instead of resting, we kept moving so that Tyler wouldn’t pee his pants. This meant dragging Maisie along and keeping her from snorting every foxtail that she seemed to so badly want to stop and sit next to as well as pushing a shrieking baby (clean diaper – check, fed recently – check, napped on the way down- check, WTF?!) past a steady stream of other Californians and their dogs. AWESOME.
We eventually made it back to the car. Tyler found a bathroom; Maisie (we think) only picked up two foxtails that Tyler managed to get off of her once we were home, and H stopped crying once we took her pants off. I guess the girl was hot. (Grrrrrrrr.)
Driving out of Santa Cruz, I was genuinely depressed about our first adventure. Fortunately, I married a man who tends to have the opposite reaction as me, and as we drove out of town, he said, “Babe, I really had a lot of fun today.” Maybe, there’s hope for future weekends.