So far today I’ve done laundry. I’ve wiped poop off a little guy’s bottom. Cajoled the kids into brushing their teeth. And doled out consequences aplenty. Somewhere in there I went to the beach. Where my son got stung by a wandering jellyfish’s tentacles.
Welcome to my vacation! Er, trip.
If this was my vacation, I would have already taken a bunch of those obnoxious photos where my legs look like hot dogs and there are palm trees in the background. There are palm trees around here – and I still have legs – but there has also been a water moccasin in the backyard.
Now, that doesn’t mean I’m not having an absolutely amazing time! There have been plenty of magical moments, like visiting with far flung friends and watching my kiddos play with their aunts and uncles and cracking up with my dad. The weather is gorgeous.
But I literally just heard my son tell my daughter he hates her and I have also spent each night away sandwiched between two children who are what I will cheerfully call “active sleepers.”
If this was a vacation, I would be cracking open the wine bottle each evening because I want to not because I’m just plain done. Actually, forget the wine. Someone would be handing me a fancy cocktail in a pretty glass. And no one in my vicinity would have just yelled, “I taste like poop!”
If this was a vacation, I’d get to sleep past 8 a.m. And maybe stay up past 10 p.m.
Of course this is all my own fault. I’m the one who decided to take a road trip with kids without my husband. I’m the one who decided to spend our vacay money on this road trip. I’m clearly nuts!
But I’m okay with that. You know what? As stressful as taking a road trip with kids can be – not to mention doing it without another grownup – I really do think we’re making some amazing memories. If nothing else, I’ll probably remember this trip for the rest of my life.
See you soon!