The Texas Giant: Safety Hazard?

Well folks, I had an amazing time at Six Flags, one of the best! Which is saying a lot, because I've been to that specific Six Flags at least 12 times. I even did something I've never been able to do: I rode all the major roller coasters in one day! Plus all the smaller coasters, except for Runaway Mine Train. The New Texas Giant was amazing! We ended up waiting hour and twenty minutes for it because they had to take one of the trains off, but I'm so glad we waited!

Due to an odd number of people, I rode the Texas Giant with a stranger, which usually proves to be uneventful, but sometimes yields an interesting experience. This time, the lady I sat with seemed fine until we started getting strapped in, but quickly started to panic about the safety of the ride. The attendant came by and checked the restraints, and when he finished, she called him back over and asked if he could double check her restraints. He chuckled, and thoroughly re-checked it for her. Then, (pardon the slight rabbit trail) a lady in the front of the train tried to sneak her purse on and buckled it into the seat with her. This of course was frowned upon, and they wouldn't let her ride with it. She made a ruckus and refused to leave it behind, so they had to unlock her car and she left the ride. Then they had to re-check all the cars, and the lady next to me, looking pleased, sort of giggled and said, 'Oooh, triple check!' And then promptly had them check her seat a fourth time.

All in all, it was a great trip! So great, in fact, that I could barely pull myself out of bed for work this morning. I can't help but wonder if the girls can tell when I'm extra tired, because the younger one did all in her power to frustrate me. Every day, both girls are required to practice piano for 30min and read for 30min. Not that much, but the 8 year old fusses like there's no tomorrow! She started throwing piano books around when I asked her to practice, and then she started crying about how terrible her life was compared to her older sister's. And while reading she asked every 2min how much longer, and complained about how boring the book was. I'd finally had it when she threw a fit when I asked her to brush her hair before lunch, and was 2cm away from not giving her lunch and cancelling the movie we were going to see, but didn't because that would make the older one mad, which would mean endless fighting the rest of the day. I'm going to keep hoping that eventually the girls will realize that just doing what they're supposed to do without complaining takes less time and energy, and just do it without making me ask them 42 times every day!