One Of My Hells On Earth...

Grandpa & Grammy Corbridge really wanted to take the kids to the Salt Lake County Fair this year. Though I loath these types of events I agreed. Also seeing that I took the kids last year with my parents and actually had a good time, I figured that we could do it again.
What what I thinking??? My first sign of what was in store should have been when I discovered that only 1 of my sandals had made the trip up so I had to go in shoeless. Yes. So embarrassed though my jeans were long enough to hide the fact but still. Next, when we went to pay to get in we were told that we had come on the ONLY evening that KIDS GOT IN FREE! Yes, I will be polite with the generalizations but let's just say that EVERYONE AND THEIR DOGS were there. Enough said.

One of Carter's loves...John Deere

Kindra's love...the horse who she made sure to find out his name. Quote---"Mom, it's like Nephi Jesus Nephi!" Lol....

She almost got her fingers bit off here. Seriously I am paranoid about these animals not knowing where they've been and the germs!?!

So earlier that day I had made sure that I told Trevor that the sooner we left, the sooner we could come home. He agreed. We left at 5pm so I assumed that we would be home around 8pm. When I'd gone with my parents we went, we walked, hit up a ride, took some pics, and left. We had been there long enough to have not gone over "the limit of time" and we had been there for about 1.5hrs. Let's be honest. You've seen one pig, cow, sheep, carni ride, you've seen them all.
Let's just say that the Corbridge family is a bit different than the Terry family and I'm not saying that's necessarily a bad thing, just a different thing. (but I do like the Terry thing a lot better when it comes to Fair and Carnival time limits...lol) We were there FOREVER!!! We saw EVERYTHING and they wanted to do ANYTHING that they felt would give them the FAIR EXPERIENCE. The thing is that my kids don't really care that much. Come on. I've trained them in my traditions...lol
By the time that we finally left, after some words being exchanged between Trevor and I, after I was giving a "junk shot" by one of the workers who lifted his leg up, placing it on the counter, which opened his shorts up, giving my eyes a tunnel view right down to the "privates", after losing the car in the parking lot, after a trip to the North Temple ghetto drug deal going down Mcdonalds, and after a inner mental breakdown, we got home at 11pm.
6 HOURS AT THE FAIR??? 6 HOURS AT THE FAIR??? TO ME, THAT EQUALS HELL!!!
I know. I know. I am so selfish, huh? But sorry. I'm just being honest and it's really because I know how long that my kids can be at "these things" before trouble begins but whatever. We did it. The kids did have fun. The next day I woke up laughing at myself, how anal I had been but again, still. 6 HOURS AT THE FAIR??? Let's just say that the next time this event is planned, I'm making an executive decision and WILL BE STAYING HOME! hehehe ;)