Brynn's class went to the pumpkin patch on Tuesday. I was really excited to go to, since last year I felt like I was MIA to all of her class stuff. I almost didn't make this trip either...but mostly because I got lost on the drive out.
Sometimes Google maps just can't be trusted.
I had a panicked text convo with my sister in law about the whereabouts of the pumpkin patch, and then lost reception on my phone.
Sweet.
When I finally found it, 45 minutes later, I was told that I had been assigned a group of 2nd graders, and since I hadn't been there at the start of the day, other parents had had to take on extra kids in their group. I got the stink eye from several other moms at that point.
Awesome.
So, I gathered my 6 kids, no scratch that, my 4 girls, and tried to stop the nervous sweat from stinking up my outfit.
We rode tractors, dug up potatoes, picked pumpkins, milked the cow (oh, that's right, I was late, and didn't get to see my child participate in that part) pet the donkeys - careful, they bite, ate lunch while being swarmed by yellow jackets, and tasted fresh ice cream made from the cream of the dairy.
I then slunked back to my car, and prayed that Cannon's trip would go oodles and oodles better the next day.
Wednesday I left the house in PLENTY of time to find the patch. I got there a few minutes after the kids unloaded off the bus, and sighed with relief. I was assigned my son, and one other boy to watch for the 2.5 hours that we would be there. And then I lost the other boy.
Yep. Turned around for a second and he was gone. Had to tuck my tail between my legs, and go find the teacher to let her know that in the matter of 5 minutes this kid had somehow disappeared.
I did eventually find him at the top of a hay bale pyramid.
We played in corn husk tee pees, fed chickens, cows, sheep and goats, jumped in a jumpy house, and got lost in the corn maze. It was a pretty cool time - until we had to pick a pumpkin (the size of your head) and the other boy refused. "You sure you don't want one?" I kept asking? "Yup" was all he would answer.
Okay...whatever.
Good times, good times.