Mission Impossible: Kite Replacement

So, yesterday when Josh got home with O, he says "want to go to the hobby shop?" Huh? On a week night? Surely, he must be joking. He wanted to mix it up from the usual:

Get home from work
Make dinner
Give girls baths
Get everything ready for next day
Wind down girls
Put girls to bed
Go to bed
(repeat same darn thing the next day, and the next day, oh...and the day after that, too)

So, I'm thinking this is really going to ruin the routine that I have been doing as long as I can remember. I have to admit that I was a little nervous, but sometimes you just have to mix it up, as I mentioned before.

Flashback to about a month ago, when the family was chilling at the rose garden on a hot evening and we brought along Josh's childhood red, white and blue kite. That thing could really soar the skies and was a sight to see, and Bea loved watching it up in the sky and would start to get upset if it got too close to the ground. Josh was getting all crazy with it and the wind had picked up and in one quick second it took a wrong turn and headed straight for a tree that was the size of a skyscraper. He tugged and tugged the string to try to get it out of the tree, all to no avail. Suddenly there was a snap and the string broke. Bye bye kite. Somehow, the string was attached to the kite to let it do some sky dancing still. It looked happy, but it also wanted to come out, I think.

Flash forward to a few weeks later when I take the girls back to the park by myself. The kite is still up there dancing. And Bea remembered. As soon as she saw it, she pointed it to it and said "uh-oh". I was actually hoping it might just fall out of the tree while we were there so we would look like heroes coming home from the park. No such luck.

So, yesterday we were on a mission to get a new kite. There is this hobby shop that I have only heard stories about. Meanwhile, we have some trouble finding it (Josh had been there one other time) and you could tell the girls were getting feisty and hungry. We ended up finding it. Go to open the front door. The store is closed. What kind of hobby shop closes at 6 PM on a summer night??????

All hope lost of finding a new kite, we drown our sorrows at the nearby DQ. There was nothing that burgers, hot dogs, french fries, onion rings, and shakes could not fix. And it was just the perfect hangout for our family of 4, where tantrums and crying were welcome and not looked poorly upon.

Guess we'll be visiting the old hobby shop sometime on the weekend, hopefully - if it's open. And even though the routine got mixed-up, everything still got done. I can relax now.