Even though we’re only about 75% done with July, I think it’s safe to say that this has been our dumbest month yet. Between Theo and Mac, the time out due to illness is just ridiculous. Because of this we can just refer to July as Germ-bag July.
Theo was knocked down for a week because of a gnarly virus within the first week. There was a terrible rash that resembled measles, which of course scared the ever-loving-bejeesus out of me. Luckily, it was just some weird response to a virus. We’ve never been seen by the doctor so fast in our lives.
Then, Mac caught it. Sore throat and sadness. He was surprisingly really great during the whole venture. There was a lot of Paw Patrol and Gatorade involved. At some point, I just decided that I didn’t care what exactly was going in, as long as he stayed hydrated and distracted from the loneliness that sickness brings.
And this last week has been dealing with Theo’s newest viral infection. Sleep is not something I can really rely on anymore. I was working on cutting my caffeine intake, but I think we can agree that sick, grumpy kids can really influence the need for more caffeine. According to Michael, he’d been sleeping in until 5:45 or so over the weekend. By Monday he was back to something a little more normal. There’s potential it’ll stay this way. One can only hope.
Given our lack of actual activity this month, we needed to at least do something. So when Thursday hit, Michael asked me, “Isn’t it ice cream day?”, and I just went with it. Every part of my being had zero desire to wear real pants or travel farther than the mailbox, but you know, when your partner is on board, you kind of accept the possibilities and go for it. Nelson’s was on the list as previously mentioned, so we just went for it.
Once Theo woke up from that afternoon nap, we piled in and zipped away. We headed to St. Paul to the location off of Snelling Ave. As we walked from our spot around the block, we admired the little houses and dreams kept within. Walking into Nelson’s we saw the sign that mentioned something along the lines of “cash only”, I took a deep breath and prayed more than two dollars lined my wallet. Luckily we had $9.00 to spend which equated to two children’s sizes ($3.75 each) and a tip.
Michael and I have been working on breaking Mac of the “I just want vanilla” mindset and so suggested the mint chip. He was on board. When the scooper asked me if we wanted another flavor with it, I kind of nodded along and said , “sure, how about Superman.” Guys, I broke the kid. The second he saw the Superman ice cream touching the Mint Chip ice cream he folded against the ice cream case as tears welled in his eyes. To mitigate the problem our other children’s size was just Mint Chip. While we could have tried other flavors, we had no room for that battle with the week we were given.
So here we are with our flappin’ ginormous ice creams (remember there are just two child’s sizes), split 3.5 ways. Spoiler alert, we couldn’t even finish it. The amount given is just straight ridonk. And if I can be that person, it’s just standard ice cream. There are no vegan flavors. There are no organic options. There are no GMO-free labels. It’s like the 90’s all over again where we just didn’t totally give a shit about all that labeling. It’s purely novelty. We enjoyed ourselves at least a little, given our recent flux of virus-in- virus-out.
After the ice cream and clean up session, we ended up driving towards home and stopping at the co-op to buy some dinner. Mac refused to get anything but the Organic Gatorade and was just dead set on going home that we had to gently talk him into SOMETHING. At that point in our trip we were the keepers of the 4 yo yelling, “I only want a bagel and Gatorade” through the store as he fought back tears. Spoiler alert, he didn’t even touch the bagel later on. He just snacked on blackberries that already occupied our fridge back home.
Moral of the story: Twenty minutes of ice cream might be the finest twenty minutes of your week if sleep is not included as an option. Nelson’s was quick and fun. We enjoyed and awed and then stomach-ached over the size of all that ice cream. Theo was sure to make a great mess and Mac only cried once. I think this will be a place we try more than two flavors at in the future.
Cost of purchases: $9.00
Cost of gas*: $7.40
Total cost: $16.40
8/10 ICE CREAM CONES
*When estimating gas mileage, we have a good 15 mpg range in our Jeep Liberty, so chances are it costs much less for you per gallon. Sometimes having no car payments means putting up with a terrible mpg. All prices are adjusted based on current gas prices.