After we've managed to get kids back inside we decided that that would be a very long day at home so we decided to take a bus to city centre. First few busses wouldn't take us on with the buggy we finally ended up on X95. I was feeling really sick the whole way, deliberating what to do if I can't hold it together. Scenarios like buggy hood or basket came up or jumping to the door.
I was relieved to get out into the crisp sunny morning on North Bridge and proud of myself for not humiliating my family in public. By the time we got to the Princess Mall food court my stomach was healthily growling. After lunch that included chasing my two year old up and down the corridor we headed to the museum.
Our two little beasts run wild once inside. They loved all the technology stuff, pressed every button and climbed everywhere possible. Loudly gasped over the enormous stuffed animals, stomped through the galleries, drawn Chinese pictures and got a bit scared surrounded by mummies. They loved the glass elevator shaft, running towards it giving ME proper anxiety attack, where cold sweat dewed up on palms of my hands, heart hammering in my ears, muscles going into frenzy, I recovered once I realized there wasn't a gap between the glass and the floor. Still, it didn't make me any more comfortable having to go up and down all the time. It wasn't until then, my clever husband found a classic elevator - one that is build into the wall - on the side of the building at the end of our visit, I started to relax. After solid three hours touring all floors of the museum our children got drowsy and annoyed. They loved it so much, they didn't want to leave but after some bragging they cooperated.
On the way home the bus broke down so we had to swap busses but over all it was successful trip!
