Let it rain

19 Apr


Torrential rain poured down on us today at the Easter Show and it was AWESOME. I didn’t bring my babies to the show (babies don’t think it’s fun to be cold and wet) but Philip and I had a ball.

We started off the day trying to stay dry. We diligently used our umbrellas, moved under cover when it became heavy and stuck to the show pavilions. Then we decided to go on a ride. We were drenched. The top of the ride was holding onto some pools of rain water which fell on our heads as the ride began and if that didn’t wet us enough, the downpour that followed took care of the rest. Several rides later and we looked like we’d jumped fully clothed into a swimming pool. And it was great.

I’ve never laughed so hard. I’ve never felt so cold and wet. I didn’t mind the discomfort or how my hair was frizzy and my mascara smeared. We were at the Easter Show. We only had to wait a few minutes in line for each ride and the Showbag Pavilion was filled with light traffic only.

It was such a great day that I hope it rains again for us next year.

My mother-in-law joined us. She was as determined as I was to make Philips day special. It was his eighth birthday after all and rain, hail or shine, we wanted him to have an amazing day. He did get to a point where he was too cold and too wet. His jeans, which were drenched, were starting to fall down due to the weight of the water. When he found out we were leaving he started splashing in puddles and running through running water. If he wasn’t wet enough already he certainly was by the time we got to the car.

When we got to the car we kicked off our shoes, he took off his shoes, we dialed up the heat and headed home. He fell asleep on the way home and we were deliriously happy to put on warm, dry clothes. My house is covered in show bag debris, the kids have all eaten a few too many lollies in one day than I would like and the fridge is holding the leftovers from the marinaded olives and fetta I bought and my daughter has fallen asleep with her pink, heart shaped sunglasses on.

When I gave my four-year-old his show bags he said ‘yippee’. It’s the first time he’s used that word.

The only sad part of the day was that I was so overloaded with show bags for all the kids in my family that I wasn’t able to buy my Minties show bag but that’s parenthood. And they sell them at the supermarket apparently. Why do they taste better from a show bag? It’s the magic of the Easter Show I suppose and I can’t wait for next year. I’ll start saving now.

A bottle of water cost $4 and a bag of fairy floss cost $4.50. My mother-in-law bought our lunch for us, thank goodness, and the parking cost $20. But it’s once a year. So what.

La Dolce Vita – Jo Abi

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