D.C. Bound 2017

During the planning stages of our Pennsylvania extravaganza, I mentioned to The Diva that we’d be super close to Washington DC and how about we spend a day there?  As soon as the words left my mouth, the holy crap what have I done feeling set in, but with her eyes lit up like I was the Mother of the Century, I wasn’t about to back out.  And so began my planning of our one day in DC.  Yep, one day.  I had lost my mind.

After what turned out to be a less than harrowing drive to the Shady Grove metro station (Dallas drivers take note: East Coast folks could teach y’all everything you need to know about driving like a badass and NOT wrecking), we bought our passes and took a seat.

Do you think we were excited?

We learned several things while riding.  No one makes eye contact.  Why?  Y’all don’t like one another?  And there’s an etiquette to riding an escalator.  Who knew?  We didn’t , but after someone schooled His Awesomeness you can bet it’s a lesson we’ll never forget.


His Awesomeness lagged behind to get a shot with one of the metro guys.  Best decision ever to ride instead of driving a huge honkin’ truck into the nation’s capital!


Once up at street level, we fell in with the rest of the gawking out of towners.  Holy crap, we’re in the nation’s capital!




The Codefendants and I had already plotted our strategy and what we wanted to see in the museums we’d chosen.




Because we’d cherry picked the exhibits, we made good time and no one had a meltdown because they were overwhelmed.  Huzzah, for bright ideas!  There were things we wanted to see that, once seen, left us feeling a little let down.  Can you say big whoop to the Hope diamond?  


The Air and Space Museum was the most packed of the museums we toured, but (don’t tell His Awesomeness) it was the one I probably enjoyed the most.  Shhh!


We couldn’t get over how hot it was there…like Texas only 1000 times more humid and hot.  So when we came out of the Air and Space museum, we hailed what His Awesomeness called a bikeshaw and took a ride to the opposite end of The Mall for our final tour.

Meet Alex.


Poor guy, it’s a wonder he didn’t expire from the heat and the strain of transporting all three of us.  Totally worth every penny!  Check out his calf muscles… holy cow!

Our final stop was the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.  


Several years back, His Awesomeness and I got the chance to see “Schindler’s List”.  He sat through it with his mouth hanging open and I wept.  At the end, he turned to me and said it’s only a movie, right Mom?  It didn’t really happen like that, right?  It was an understandable question given that most all the movies he’d seen up until then had been make believe.  I told him no, it was true, all of it.  

We have a responsibility to teach our children history whether we like it or not, no matter how difficult the subject.  Whitewashing history, censoring it, pretending like ‘some day’ will be a better time to discuss these events is a disservice to the people who suffered through it, the ones who didn’t come through it, and to the children we are raising.



It’s an experience we’ll never forget.

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9 comments

  1. What an awesome experience for all of you! Your children ought to receive extra credit in history/social studies this year for that trip.

    Can we ask what the escalator etiquette consists of? I didn’t know there was such a thing beyond your regular every day being polite and full of manners.

    • On the escalator, everyone stood to the right so the people that were in a big whoop-dee-do hurry could run up the left hand side. Idk if this is a D.C. thing or actual escalator etiquette, this chick screamed like a banshee and pointed and screeched some more and my son was like “she’s nuts”. The only weirdo we encountered if you can believe that.

  2. Escalator etiquette is the same all over. Same rules for those moving sidewalks they have in airports. I don’t remember what they do in England since they drive on the opposite side. Best to just observe for local custom. You can bet your son won’t forget!

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