"Vacationing" With Kids Is Not Real Vacationing: We had a great time in San Antonio - it was really fun family time. We spent an entire day at Sea World, explored the local area, enjoyed some quality time with a dear friend, ran through the Alamo, had a ride down the Riverwalk and even took a carriage ride. It. Was. Fun. The entire trip centered around the kids - and it should have! And I'm so thankful we were able to do these fun things for them - M is still talking about the carriage ride, a request she made (repeatedly) since day one. And there is nothing cooler than watching your child light up with excitement. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything.
But when you have kids, at least young ones, trips are work! Just the logistics alone. We're in line to do something or on the one stretch of desolate highway with no bathroom in sight and someone has to pee. Or someone who declared they weren't hungry is starving 30 minutes after we leave a restaurant.
Just taking them to a restaurant! They do good from the span of being seated to receiving drinks - anything after that and it's "Get in your seat!" "Stop banging your fork!" " I said stay in your seat and get that fork out of your eye!" Young kids (at least my kids) do not have the patience to wait that long for a meal. And can we blame them? Patience is not innate - I don't remember but I'm sure it was quite a shock the day I realized the world did not, in fact, revolve around me. And almost every child's earliest "restaurant" experiences are at fast food places - where they sit and get their food immediately. My kids associate sitting at the table with getting food. So the concept of having to wait doesn't always bode well...So we made provisions - for the benefit of our kids and our fellow diners. No fine dining. No hoppin pubs. If the place doesn't have booster seats, we're out.
So my sister can say I'm spoiled all she wants - we're going to continue to take a Mommy/Daddy trip each year too. Even if I don't go anywhere except to a hotel across town. I want to sleep in past 6:30. I want to have a conversation without getting interrupted 10 times. I want to be able to enjoy a delicious meal without hearing "Mommy, I have to poop." right in the middle of it.
My Kid Loves Roller Coasters: M rode her first roller coaster at Sea World. She rode it about...oh, 15 times. I'm not kidding. She had some apprehension before it started but after her first ride she ran and got right back in line and just kept going. And this makes me SO happy because I love roller coasters! Deep down inside I'm a thrill-seeker - roller coasters, scary movies (psychological thrillers, not gory stuff), anything that can get my adrenaline pumping. My husband, on the other hand, hates that stuff. He doesn't do roller coasters and won't watch a scary movie. So I'm so excited to have someone to share this with - eventually. No worries, I'm not breaking out the scary movies just yet.
Public Restrooms Are Disgusting: This isn't a new observation but after what I endured this past week, it warranted repeating. We frequented a lot of restrooms on the 8 hour drive. A lot. And some of the cleanest were the gas stations. It was surprising because the absolute worst was Sea World. It was just gross. Not clean at all. Even the floors. It was like someone just pushed a mop around without ever rinsing it - so it was just like they spread the pee all around. And I don't understand why normal behavior doesn't apply to public restroom use. Don't most people flush the toilet at home? Then why, why, is it okay for you to not flush so that I have to discover your lovely parting gift? And if someone peed on their seat at home, they would surely clean it up, right? Then why is it so hard to wipe it off in a public restroom, because I'm certainly not wiping it up for you.
My Kid Is So Stinkin Cute: This isn't new either - but I just had to say it. My baby girl is at such a fun age. M spelled something out and we had to guess what it was. When she told husband he was right, M2 beamed up at him and said "Good job Daddy!" and you could tell she was just so proud that her Daddy could spell. Later that night she said very sarcastically, "Really, Daddy? Seriously?" Only 2 and so full of attitude. I'm going to enjoy it now while it's cute and not think about the teenage years.
Orthodontist Work Should Be Done By...Well, Orthodontist: One of the wires on my braces was just a little too long. It actually went all the way to my last tooth (which has no bracket) and it kept getting caught - when I would eat, when I would brush my teeth and sometimes when I would talk. So I had the bright idea to have the husband snip it off for me. This is just what I do - I'm a do it yourself fixer. But it usually doesn't work out - I have ruined enough clothes and spent long enough with a bad haircut to know that I should just leave it to the professionals. But did I do that? Of course not.
So I convinced him to snip it off. But he snipped it just a little too short. Or the edge is jagged. Because it pokes me constantly now. And I reached in to see if I could kind of bend it in and it pricked my finger and made it bleed. Twice. This wire is serious. And of course, the smart thing to do would be to call the Orthodontist and tell them what happened. Bud will I do that? Of course not.
I'm just going to try to not talk or eat or do anything that might require me to move my mouth. Until my next appointment. In July.
I Need To Be Doing Other Things: Headed out of town tomorrow to go to husband's 20 year high school reunion. I've got to figure out what to wear and get us packed. We're leaving straight from work so I've got to get it done now - doing anything extra in the morning is out of the question. Right now I just feel lucky if we're all wearing shoes and have our teeth brushed!
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