Today’s special guest poster is Natalie from Mommy of a Monster and Twins. I met Natalie on Twitter through her involvement with The Red Dress Club (they do writing prompts which I post about over on Writing with Chaos).
She juggles a three year old “monster” (yeah, nothing I can relate to there) and one year old twins.
I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
Sometimes she fights the occasional Monster Mommy Moment, and has other mothers share their less than stellar points of parenthood on her blog. She survives with the help of wine, humor, and Twitter and I’m thrilled to have her guest post for me today.
Natalie asked,”What do you want me to write about?”
I replied, “Do you have any vacation horror stories, so if I have issues on my trip, I won’t feel so bad?”
So I give you a tale of vacation travel woe… Monster style.
Traveling With Kids is NOT for Sissies
One of the worst ideas that my husband and I ever came up with was taking our kids on vacation with us going on a family vacation with three kids three and under. Traveling with kids is just a bad idea. Let me clarify this point: I’m not opposed to traveling with a toddler. Or with an infant. But put together a toddler and two infants? That is just craziness. And yes, I’m speaking from experience.
Last summer, we decided to take the kids with us on a long weekend trip to the river. We have a boat, and thought it would be a nice, relaxing time. We had taken our son Ethan when he was the same age as our twins (they were about 10 months old at the time), and he had a blast! We had a blast!
How different could it possibly be?, we asked ourselves.
Very different. I can admit that after experiencing our trip to hell family vacation, I was a little upset that nobody, not family or friends, bothered to mention to us the threat of impending doom that traveling with three kids brings with it.
We figured if we left early in the morning, when it was still dark out, that the kids would just cuddle into their car seats and sleep for the 4 hour drive.
Not so much.
Okay, maybe we did do a little whining and complaining, but I assure you that we did not cry!
We FINALLY got to our hotel, and were greeted with a check-in line that was utterly ridiculous. Like 40 minutes ridiculous. Kids do not like to stand in one spot and not move after being in the car for 4 hours. I learned that the hard way.
After getting checked in and settled in the room (there was also a room debacle and we had to change rooms twice), we decided to load up the boat and get moving.
The kids will love it!, we naively thought.
The twins did not like the heat and HATED their lifejackets. I swear I think they thought the lifejackets were some sort of torture we were putting them through.
Also, sun block. We bought the spray-on kind and I was very careful to keep it away from their eyes. But within seconds of me applying it, they immediately put their hands to their eyes.
Not fun, people.
Lastly, no matter how good of sleepers we thought the twins were, they did not cooperate when it came time to sleep.
They always sleep in the Pack n’ Play at my sister’s house! I said to myself.
They wanted nothing to do with the Pack n’ Play, and I spent the long weekend with Mia snuggled up on one side of me, Lila on my chest, and Ethan sleeping in the other bed with my husband.
And even after all of that, we have another trip to hell family vacation planned for July. Camping in the Sequoias for a week. And after writing this and reliving the nightmare all over again, I’m wondering if we really are gluttons for punishment!
Wow. Okay. I have been there, with a child sleeping on me, so desperate for them to sleep (while I spend the entire time awake).
So not fun.
Thanks for sharing your Terrible Travel Tale, Natalie. Here’s hoping mine goes much smoother. Be sure to check out Mommy of a Monster!