This week has been nuts. I cannot wait for the weekend.
It starts tomorrow. We're travelling up to visit RFB's brother and his partner, north of Philly. On Saturday, we'll troop on down to Philadelphia for the King Tut Exhibit, dinner on a boat, and who knows what else.
RFB became a Tut fanatic when she toured the original exhibition in the 70's, as a teenager. When this new Tutstravaganza was announced, more than a year ago, she reserved tickets faster than one would have thought humanly possible.
We'll wind up driving home on Father's Day. RFB and I had already decided to stop between Eastern PA and home for a nice Father's Day lunch. Not junk at a roadside fast food joint. We'd get a cupcake with a candle.
Last night, Monkeyboy realized that travelling to Uncle L. and Uncle B.'s house tomorrow will mean missing Field Day and the last full day of school tomorrow. He's got a summer birthday, so he's also missing the "let's-acknowledge-all-the-Summer-birthday-kids-at-once party", too. This bummed him out.
I told him about the Father's day plan his mom and I had worked out. I invited him to join me. Now we're getting two cupcakes with candles at lunch on Sunday. Maybe even three.