Ok, ok I know I
went MIA for a hot minute, but this blogging thing is very time consuming
;) Anyway, this summer seriously did fly
by, and I find myself now planning a first birthday. Every time I think I am going to get choked
up I remember I have toilets to scrub and poopy diapers to change and my real emotions
are pushed aside. Mommy duty calls, and
there is NO TIME FOR TEARS LADIES!!! I
digress, the real reason for this post comes from a Facebook status update I
posted I believe in May about "vacationing" with our then 8 month
old. I was laughing so hard at the
response I got from my fellow mommy friends and then I was mad that you guys
didn't give me a heads up about how AWFUL a simple trip out of town can be!!!!
I remember during
my pregnancy, BD and I were romanticizing how awesome it was going to be to
incorporate our little buddy into our everyday life, including travel. I really think we had these delusions of
grandeur of our child eating oysters and sipping champagne in Napa with us...
Seriously, can't you just picture a 6 month old who is happy, doesn't cry,
never has teething issues and can sleep anywhere?! And of course, as they get older it just
keeps getting easier, right?! UGH,
NO!!!!
Vacation now, is
like what one of my mommy friends said "Traveling with your kids is a
trip, traveling without them is a vacation"... or something along those
lines. Needless to say, our
"vacation" to Tahoe turned into a trip from Hell. We had already taken little dude out of town,
and honestly he was fine. It took him
about a day to adjust sleep wise, but otherwise he was good and quiet and
happy. The only thing we did find quite
amusing is that going out of town is basically packing up your kid's room and
playroom and moving it into a hotel room and then just hanging in the hotel room. So after cramming the Prius full of
everything Zaiden could possibly need, we hit the road! All was well until about 90 minutes into the
drive. We had just passed Modesto and
our awesome car traveler started having a mental breakdown, as in we pulled
over in Ripon (Yes, Ripon) to Target and began to assess the situation. BD went into Target to get some Advil just in
case, because of course I didn't pack it, and I began to bounce my son around
the Target parking lot. It was in this
moment, my dear friends, that BOTH BD and I thought, internally, "We
should just head home". But did
either one of us speak up? No... And
that right there is the perfect example of why communication is sooooo
important. Somehow, we did actually make
it to Tahoe and we did manage to squeeze in a yummy Bloody Mary. But the rest of the trip was filled with
sleepless nights, shushing, rocking, walks, and exhaustion. It was so bad; we actually have not one
single picture of the trip. We both
decided to pretend as if we never took the trip. We have erased it from our memories, and the
only reason I speak of it now is so hopefully someone out there learns from our
stubborn mistake. I mean, listen, our
sweet little boy popped out a tooth not 2 days later so it really was a rookie
mistake. But let's just say mama and
baba are SUPER excited about their for reals vacation to LA in a month. Woo hoo!
Parents Gone WILD!!!
Seriously, how much crap does one tiny person need??!!
