The rest of the family had been to this theater before, but it was my first time. I was SO excited. It was nirvana. It was a little slice of Heaven on my Saturday afternoon. The kids were all calm and happy. We were going to see a kid movie that I was looking forward to. The theater was overwhelmingly awesome. I was having FUN.
We got to our assigned seats. The kids argued a little bit about who was going to sit where, but for the most part even that went smoothly. The kids clambored over each other, trying to show me how to work the buttons on the chair, because they know me so well and knew I'd be THRILLED with this amazing contraption. They wanted to see and share my excitement. It was really fun.
We all got settled in. The kids all took off their shoes. Ella had her weighted blanket nestled on her lap. Everyone had snacks. Ahhh.
I kept thinking "Is this really going to be such a fun, easy, good time? Are the kids really not going to have any problems? Can it be that our family is actually doing a 'normal' family activity without any major malfunctions??"
Wrong. I should have seen the tiny signs from the beginning of the day. But sometimes you don't know if the signs are going to snowball into a major problem, or if they will just stick around and poke you at small intervals all day. So, while I noticed that one of my boys was "off," I just kept going about my day, hoping that the tiny issues would stay just that- tiny.