Hoooray, it's the most wonderful time of the year! With that comes a nice, extra heaping plate of ouch. First, it's cold, second of all, there's lot's of traveling. "Mamma, can you help us out with our trip down there?" "You wanna come for Thanksgiving?" "Yeah, we don't wanna be alone." "YES, SURE!" I love my mamma. I'm super excited to see my parents and baby sister. The scary thing? Making a mad dash to wash things for the trip, pack church clothes, load up the Pack n' Play, bottles, milk, millions of shoes, hair bows, six days worth of clothes, everyone's blankets, pillows, entertainment for the road, snacks, drinks, oy. When you're packing for four small kids, traveling can be a little bit of a um, a pain. The prep hurts, the five hours straight on the road of "he hit me!" "She said I'm smelly!" The baby wailing at the top of his lungs to be let out of his car seat, their restlessness, their never ending need to use the bathroom, to eat, to drink, the non-stop yelling of my husband, "all of you be quiet before I GIVE you something to cry about!" The sitting in a car (I get car sick sooo easily and my extremities go numb.) for five hours, then getting to mom's house. Unpacking, settling everything, feeding the kids, yet AGAIN, taking them to the bathroom, yet again. Filling sippies for the 80th time for the day. "Oh, hi, mom! Didn't see you there!" :) Then so continues the "you're stupid", "she took my toy." I dunno, but beating your kids in someone else's house is just not as appealing as it is in the comfort of your own home. ;) Time out's are harder to enforce. Then there's the baby. Oy, the baby. He doesn't sleep in a house that isn't his own. He will fight sleep until midnight, wake up all throughout the night, and be up early. Then he's moody the next day and that's miserable. He's clingy as it is, now that he's in a home he's not used to, he'll be asking to be held non-stop. He'll follow me everywhere, crying until I hold him. The kid's a monster. He weighs a ton. You can only carry him for so long. His personalty's nasty as it is. He was born moody. I was up all night with him the first night he was born. He hasn't changed. Moody, moody baby. As I write this, he's screaming. For no reason whatsoever. He came to this world in a bad mood and it's not going anywhere soon. If it was just baby alone, that would be bad enough. But it's not. It the three "older" ones. Older my foot. My oldest is six! Next is four, next is three. Then baby at 16 months. Traveling is NOT fun, or easy. If it weren't to go see mamma and sister, there's no way I'd do this. No way! There ARE fun times to be had though, like when baby FINALLY decides to nap, and when the kids play quietly for five minutes. That's the little window of fun times to be had. But they're memories for my kids, for their grandparents and aunt, and hey, I'll get the best Thanksgiving dinner ever! No one beats mamma's cookin'.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Family get-togethers, they can hurt.
Hoooray, it's the most wonderful time of the year! With that comes a nice, extra heaping plate of ouch. First, it's cold, second of all, there's lot's of traveling. "Mamma, can you help us out with our trip down there?" "You wanna come for Thanksgiving?" "Yeah, we don't wanna be alone." "YES, SURE!" I love my mamma. I'm super excited to see my parents and baby sister. The scary thing? Making a mad dash to wash things for the trip, pack church clothes, load up the Pack n' Play, bottles, milk, millions of shoes, hair bows, six days worth of clothes, everyone's blankets, pillows, entertainment for the road, snacks, drinks, oy. When you're packing for four small kids, traveling can be a little bit of a um, a pain. The prep hurts, the five hours straight on the road of "he hit me!" "She said I'm smelly!" The baby wailing at the top of his lungs to be let out of his car seat, their restlessness, their never ending need to use the bathroom, to eat, to drink, the non-stop yelling of my husband, "all of you be quiet before I GIVE you something to cry about!" The sitting in a car (I get car sick sooo easily and my extremities go numb.) for five hours, then getting to mom's house. Unpacking, settling everything, feeding the kids, yet AGAIN, taking them to the bathroom, yet again. Filling sippies for the 80th time for the day. "Oh, hi, mom! Didn't see you there!" :) Then so continues the "you're stupid", "she took my toy." I dunno, but beating your kids in someone else's house is just not as appealing as it is in the comfort of your own home. ;) Time out's are harder to enforce. Then there's the baby. Oy, the baby. He doesn't sleep in a house that isn't his own. He will fight sleep until midnight, wake up all throughout the night, and be up early. Then he's moody the next day and that's miserable. He's clingy as it is, now that he's in a home he's not used to, he'll be asking to be held non-stop. He'll follow me everywhere, crying until I hold him. The kid's a monster. He weighs a ton. You can only carry him for so long. His personalty's nasty as it is. He was born moody. I was up all night with him the first night he was born. He hasn't changed. Moody, moody baby. As I write this, he's screaming. For no reason whatsoever. He came to this world in a bad mood and it's not going anywhere soon. If it was just baby alone, that would be bad enough. But it's not. It the three "older" ones. Older my foot. My oldest is six! Next is four, next is three. Then baby at 16 months. Traveling is NOT fun, or easy. If it weren't to go see mamma and sister, there's no way I'd do this. No way! There ARE fun times to be had though, like when baby FINALLY decides to nap, and when the kids play quietly for five minutes. That's the little window of fun times to be had. But they're memories for my kids, for their grandparents and aunt, and hey, I'll get the best Thanksgiving dinner ever! No one beats mamma's cookin'.
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