I’m afraid we’ll never be able to relax on vacation again. Despite the fact that in the two days we’ve been here, I’ve taken three naps because we are sharing a tiny hotel room with Joshua and if he’s sleeping, what are we supposed to do except sleep, too. At the moment, we’re each on laptops on one side of the room while he’s in the pack-n-play on the other side of the room. He keeps standing up and sticking his head over the top of the pack-n-play. At the moment, he’s bouncing up and down. He thinks this is hilarious. We, his parents, do not.
And y’all, this lack of relaxing makes me sad. I can’t lie.
Friday night was kind of “OMG.” We had a six hour drive to get here and we left our house at 6:20 pm. Joshua goes to bed at 7:00. Ummm…yeah. About that whole “sleeping in the car” thing? Well, he didn’t get the memo that car + long trip = snoozing before you’re out of the driveway. He’s NEVER been a car sleeper. Hell, he’s never liked being in the car. I don’t know what made me think this would be different.
And it makes me think, what the hell are we supposed to do? Never travel!?!?
So he whined and fussed and sometimes cried for almost two hours and finally fell asleep around 9:00 Friday night. He slept until we got off the highway and then he started waking up. And by the time we got into our hotel room somewhere around 12:30, he was awake. We tried to get him to lay down and sleep with us but that was NOT happening. So, in desperation, we set up the hotel pack-n-play at around 1:15 am and we put him in it with a bottle and he went to sleep. HALLELUJAH.
But he was up at his usual 6:30, despite the jagged sleep. And his naps were decent on Saturday and he was a TROOPER at the wedding on Saturday evening, but there hasn’t really been any “relaxing” going on.
While we’re in the room, we’re trying to keep our Tiny Terrorist from destroying the place and costing us an arm and a leg in fees. When we’re in the car, he’s being Captain Crankypants. When we’re wherever we’re going, he wants to run free. Which means we chase him. Which isn’t SO bad because it’s not like I’m not carrying around a few extra pounds or twenty.
But still, this weekend trip has confirmed for me that yet another thing about our lives has changed since having Joshua. Don’t get me wrong, I love my son and I wouldn’t trade him for anything in this world, but this is another thing that you can’t prepare yourself for before you have kids. It’s just another of the ways in which your life will be different. And different isn’t necessarily good or bad. It’s just…different.
I even bought a bottle of wine and I’m drinking it from paper cups in the hotel room in an attempt to make this feel more relaxing.
I kind of long for the day when our activities aren’t dictated by a nap schedule, but I know that’s a long way off if we have a second (or third). I know that this “vacation” would be different if we were actually staying AT or ON a beach instead of in a city with the beach half an hour away. I know it’d be different. Then we could go out to the beach and back inside for nap and back out to the beach and back inside for a nap and back out to the beach or out to dinner or whatever. Maybe I’m just sad that a real vacation, one that isn’t go-go-go, isn’t in the works for us this summer.
Don’t think that we haven’t enjoyed ourselves at all. Joshua LOVED the beach today, and he thought the pool was pretty okay, too (and I have a funny story to tell you) and I have pictures for all of that stuff, but right now I can’t get them off of my camera because I think my card reader has bitten the dust. But know that this hasn’t been all bad.
What have y’all’s experiences in traveling with a toddler been? Good? Bad? Ugly? Tell me, so I can better prepare myself if there’s ever a next time.