perfect weekend

Back in March, my son's Cub Scouts den leader's family was at his school's bingo night. The family had moved from the school district over the summer to be in the school district she taught. I always got along well with her husband, while our oldest two children were in two of their three's classes, so it wasn't weird to be invited to see their new home.
The husband and I exchanged texts and the get together was set to be in May. When May 3rd came, we exchanged texts and it was decided to meet up on the 23rd. I know the date because I was standing in line for a May the 4th be with you Lego Star Wars event at Toys "R" Us when I got his text. I didn't think about the date being over Memorial Day Weekend, just that it didn't conflict with B's birthday party on the 16th.
As the day came near, I was not sure how it would go. We've never been as a family to anyone's house who was non-family related. Not saying we don't have friends, but we don't share friends and don't go to visit people. Aside from my friend from my hometown who lives close and has a cookout every August, I don't go to people's homes. I have visited a friend who has a daughter and hung out in a park where our kids played as well. J never went to said cookouts and only met the other friend while our daughters had swim classes at the Y.
Anyways, we found their home and had a fine time. The kids played. The wives talked. The husbands talked. It went by quickly, for I had to work. Four hours at a friend's house is a normal occurrence for most people, I imagine, but it was a first for my family.
The following day, we spent the day at the Dayton Heritage Festival with my mom. The kids had a good time. J had a good time. My mom had a good time. And yes, I had a good time.
Details are sketchy, but it wasn't a day of dread like previous days out tend to be. I'm cheap and prone to anxiety so crowds and festival food make me weary, but I didn't feel the pinch of panic or grip of thrift all day. I guess knowing my mom would be wanting to pay for stuff eased the one matter while the sparse crowd eased the other.
Memorial Day was a day I caught up on sleep, because that's what I do on Mondays.