Here’s the thing. I’m just gonna put it out there.
Traveling with kids is not fun.
There is a quote from Modern Family–I think the mom said it when they were going on vacation to Hawaii–“I’m a mom. This isn’t a vacation, it’s a business trip.”
It’s not relaxing, and except for about 20% of the time, it’s not fun. And I love my kids. I adore them. But vacationing with them? It’s just a lot of work. No sleeping in. No zoning out with your ipod on the plane. No romantic dinners in nice restaurants.
They wear you out.
They molest every garbage can they walk by.
They require 18 snacks for one plane ride…….that lasts 75 minutes.
They break ornaments in the Disney Christmas store.
They do not feel appropriate shame for breaking ornaments in the Disney Christmas store.
One runs 100 yards ahead of me everywhere we go while the other one lags at least 100 yards behind. (Just so you know, there is not any chance that anyone will invite Matthew to be their partner on the Amazing Race).
They dance around you, screaming at top volume (while molesting garbage cans and licking the floor) while you read every menu in a crowded and noisy food court and try to do dining point calculations in your head.
They lose their sunglasses and then earnestly ask every Disney employee if they have found their sunglasses. (Okay, that one was kind of funny)
They wait until everyone gets quiet on a crowded bus to announce, “I just poot!!!!!!!!!!!!!”.
But here’s the thing.
Then something amazing happens.
Isaac, on a roller coaster. Screaming, laughing. Joy unspeakable written across his face. I couldn’t look away. I had to swallow down sobs before the coaster ended. I will never, ever forget that joy. The mental image is mine forever.
Matthew meeting Minnie Mouse. Burying his head in her skirt. Too excited to use real words. Later he picked out a Minne doll and has been carrying her around ever since.
That’s how they get you. Not just on vacation, but throughout the entire parenting journey. It’s work, toil, cry yourself to sleep, JOY, anger, pain, MIRACLE, sleeplessness, more work, frustration, LAUGHTER.
And suddenly it’s all worth it…..and after you’re home for a few weeks, you forget the garbage can molestations and the broken ornaments and public poot admissions….at least I hope I will.
But you remember the joy. The moments that made it all worth it.
We must, because we do it again and again.
It’s fine. You can tell me “I told you so” when I start to plan this very same trip next year.
**Pictures to come tomorrow after I bathe the family in Germ-X and begin to recover a bit from the trauma that is “traveling with children”**