It was one of those unusual days where I woke up to a very still house: Olivia was still sound asleep in her bed. So I tip-toed to the kitchen, carefully closed the door behind me and gawked at my espresso machine to delivery my morning cup of joe as quietly as possible. This is a luxury I don’t get to enjoy very often so I wanted go the distance and make certain that the atmosphere was just perfect. Even if it was to last only for a few more minutes. I prepared a bit of breakfast, turned on my playlist of David Brubeck Quartet and leisurely sipped my (still very warm!) cup of coffee while browsing through my phone for today’s itinerary (this is such a great app). Then my heart just dropped. An alert popped up to show that it was the closing day of Mark Rothko exhibition at Den Haag Gemeentemuseum! I have been postponing the visit for few months now mainly because of the last calamity we had at the Escher museum. And I wasn’t ready for the sequel. But it was Mark Rothko. One of my favorite artist whom I had the pleasure of seeing in New York and Hamburg! There was no way I could miss the opportunity to see him in my new hometown! So I convinced my very nervous husband—also visibly damaged from our last experience—and decided to give Olivia a chance to redeem herself.
While driving to Den Haag Gemeentemuseum, we devised thousand different plans to make this visit as pleasant as possible for the both of us. We can prolong Olivia’s nap time a bit and let her sleep in the stroller once we arrived at the museum. That would surely give us at least one hour to enjoy Mark Rothko problem free! But no, this was not to be. Olivia was already dozing off in the backseat of the car and we didn’t have the heart to wake her up. Then I politely offered my husband the opportunity to take Olivia for a stroll to a nearby park to have a daddy-daughter afternoon. But no, he knew he was being hoodwinked. At last, we simply took Olivia and went into the battlefield as a family. And our experience? Not too bad! With the help of her favorite youtube shows streaming in her favorite toy (our iphones), she didn’t mind being ushered here and there in her stroller. She did become fussy after an hour or so but we took that in as constructive criticism. Olivia shall not be confined for more than an hour. Well noted little one! Next time, we will ask Oma/Opa1/Ome/Tante to babysit :)