… Hell. This trip has been so hard on us, as we knew it would be. Traveling for 7-8 nights, in three different hotels, is hard enough. But add in two young kids and it takes everything in you just to survive.
I checked out my sister’s cabins today. They each have two separate bedrooms, two separate bathrooms, and a living room. We have… One room and one bathroom half the size of their small bathrooms. I’m not complaining because, “it’s not fair.” I’m complaining because we have no space to even walk, and we have the two youngest kids and one who requires a nap. We’ve had no place to escape to, and that is HARD. The kids get riled up and my dad has literally told us, “to wind them down,” or, “take them somewhere else.” But where am I supposed to do that when I don’t even have a room to go to to calm them down? There is literally no place to even stand since the kids air mats are on the floor, between the foot of our bed and then up against the fireplace (truly). If we go to our room, we all have to sit on the bed together. Ummm…. not relaxing or helpful.
There have been issues with my parents and we both say this will not happen again. We are DONE with the family trips. We can’t take it. That all is for another post, but I have to say that it feels good knowing that we both agree that this in not happening again. My dad has said we won’t do this for a few years. In my head, I think, “I’m done doing this forever, asswipe.”
The kids are asleep and I took a quick picture because they looked cute. I’m trying to capture the good moments. This is one of them.