Some Lighthearted Stuff

Because I can't keep whining forever.

Today I embarked on a field trip with the Boy's class.  They somehow managed to get a buttload of kids to the Shedd Aquarium, with access to almost everything.  RAWK.

Of course it rained today.  Of course the Aquarium had no signs pointing the groups in the right direction.  We stormed the front of the building, totally freaking out (and probably pissing off) the worker at the door.  Turns out that people were supposed to be outside to meet our group, but they didn't because water was falling from the sky.  Even though they work at a fucking AQUARIUM, heaven forbid they get wet.

Despite that little snag, I had an enjoyable day with the kids in my group.  Well-behaved, and completely engrossed in doing everything the Aquarium had to offer.  Two of the kids in my group had never been there before, so it was a real treat showing them the whales and the penguins.  We even had the opportunity to pet some sturgeon, which is hilarious when you think about it.

We grouped back together for the aquatic show, which kind of stunk.  There was a class afterwards for them to learn about the coral reefs, which I enjoyed, mainly for the tank full of little fishies and sea urchins.

After the class, we fed the hellions, and it seems like that just made them a million more times energetic.  Our groups broke up again, and I took the kiddos around to play and examine a few more things.  Since they were good (I think I only yelled at them once), I bought them a few little things in the gift shop.

We got back to the school at about two, and the teacher managed to get everyone to chill out and write about the trip.  I just sat there, because hell if I was going to walk home and then walk back an hour later.  The day ended and the teacher passed out free admission vouchers to everyone for the Shedd Aquarium.  HELL FUCKING YEAH.

All in all, I give the day an "A".  I managed to go most of the day without the acid in my stomach hurting, I had fun, and I got to see my kid react terribly to his crush chasing him around and trying to hug him.  Most of his class knows about how those two like each other, and it is apparently a source of entertainment for everyone.  Except my son.  I'm pretty sure he was shooting daggers out of his eyes when I was standing in the corner guffawing over the chasing going on.  Ah, youth.

So that was my day.  Hopefully good days start happening more frequently, lest I dive off the deep end and take all these motherfuckers with me.