Last night I returned from a 9 day "vacation" (and I use that term VERY loosely) at my parents house in Florida. Is going to your parents' ever really a vacation though? Especially when you are without your husband? And with two kids? Yeah, not so much.
|this photo cracks me up every time|
I had been sick for a few days but was finally starting to feel better, and thought maybe, just maybe we would have an illness-free trip. Alas, the universe bites me in the ass and laughs in my face, and gives my dear sweet M the pukey pukes the night before our departure. Luckily she was able to hold things down the morning of our flight, so we headed off to the airport...where our flight was delayed by 3 hours.
M somehow developed a chest cold on the flight and started coughing uncontrollably the first few days - so much so she was throwing up again. Val's teething was kicked into high gear and she was gnawing on everything in site, drooling like a faucet, and very irritable. And then my cold that went away came back (oh and I got my period for the first time in a year and a half - TMI I know but just added to my issues). Oh and to cap the weekend off Marlo developed a double ear infection and we once again visited the walk-in clinic down the road (which we have gone to the last three times we have visited my parents).
The weather was lovely, but not swimming weather, so we only got in the pool twice in the 9 days we were there.
When I think of vacation, I think of a departure from your every day life. Sure it was 70 degrees outside, but I was basically doing what I do every day, just with my legs hanging out. I was making sure everyone was fed, giving baths, sucking snot out of noses, changing diapers, changing clothes 10 times a day, doing laundry, getting up multiple times a night, etc.. It was, of course, helpful to have my mother around as it is a second set of hands all day, but the girls never napped at the same time, so there was always someone to be entertained.
And then you factor in the Paleo diet. I had to go to Whole Foods (twice) to stock up on cooking ingredients and groceries for myself for the week. That also meant I was cooking every meal while I was there. We did go out 3 times, which was a welcomed change, but for the most part I was slicing and dicing and sautéing and broiling my way through the week. Just like I do at home.
Thankfully my husband came down to Florida after his trip and was able to fly back with us, because our flight home was anything but relaxing. Val was screaming because she was tired and her gums hurt so badly. Marlo hadn't napped and apparently didn't realize that there were a hundred other people on the plane and she too was shrieking up a storm and giving me the "No! Mom, no!"
And today it was right back to my busy days of doctor's appointments, running errands, unpacking, doing laundry, making beds, putting screaming children down to for naps...
Oh how I long for a vacation...at a hotel...without kids...with my husband...and many cocktails.