I don’t really know what I was expecting. A week at the beach. It should be relaxing, right? It was a week with my family, including two 4-year-olds, two 7-year-olds, and a sick Grandpop. But my dad doesn’t get to spend a lot of time with Little B, so I didn’t care. Now we are home and we’re both sick. The little man coughs like an 80 year old woman who has smoked since birth. It is both sad and funny. Luckily, it has been raining non-stop since we got home. Windows open. 70 degrees out. Mother Nature, be our humidifier.
So yes, back to my main point. Vacation. Relaxing. What a joke. In a way, I guess I got a taste of being a stay at home mom. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Maybe it was more stressful because of all the extra kids. Maybe it was all the extra parenting advice. Maybe it was because it was my first experience packing for three, and I have a serious problem with overpacking.
We decided to at least make the travel easy. Three hours in the car is best done at bedtime. No stops required. This caused us to lose a day at the beginning and the end, but it was completely worth it. This may have been the most relaxing part of the trip.
I’m not complaining, I swear. I love family beach week. I really do. There are just certain reasons it sucked:
- He HATES the Pack and Play. He would go to sleep in it, but it is so tiny. Rolling over, not an option. Formerly sleeping 8pm-5am…PNP got me 8pm until at best 11pm.
- There are like 20 people in the house. I wasn’t going to let him cry in the middle of the night. He came to bed with us pretty quickly each night. Any cry resulted in a boob. Let’s just say…I feel drained. (Horrible pun intended)
- Teething? Probably not, but with 3 other mothers in the house, everyone has an opinion. We caved and bought Oragel. I’m already over it. The Hyland’s is on the way.
There are however, certain reasons it was the greatest week of the Summer.
- Look at this kid.
He is 5.5 months old and he is awesome even when he is cranky and up all night.