Yah know...vacation takes on a whole new meaning when you are a parent. Vacation, for me, used to mean sleeping in, watching TLC (Baby Story, Bringing Home Baby, Wedding Story) until I can't stay in bed any longer, and pretty much doing nothing nothing and more of nothing.
Well as a mom (and dad), this is vacation now. Solomon wakes up at 5am, wants to play in the bath, then wants to leave our room and wake up the rest of the house. I make him oatmeal, make Will blue berry muffins, and make sure that every one has full tummies. Then I do the dishes, while Solomon is begging to go outside (yeah its not even 8 yet). I throw some laundry in the washer, and beg Will to take Solomon outside "bear hunting" so that I can sneak in the shower. I blow dry my hair and then find Solomon throwing a huge fit. By this time its 10am and he's already acting tired. We put on the TV and try to take a breather...to no avail...
After several tantrums because of over tiredness, we go outside again and dig. Then its time for lunch. I make lunch, feed Solomon and now he wants to go back outside...its better than being inside where he annoys everyone. he is really being a bit bratty...I mean I know he is tired and just pretty much beside himself...so it could be worse...but times liek these, I just wish I had a nanny...is that bad???
Sister and I