Can anyone tell me why preparing for vacation is just about the most stressful thing on the planet?
All the clothes washing and folding, the searching for swimmies and digging out of sand buckets...
It's gotta take a few years off of your life.
As stressful as all that packing is, I have to say that it absolutely pales in comparison to the stress of a 452 hour Car Ride O' Doom with a toddler and infant.Ya'll gonna make me lose my mind up in here.
All car rides start out the same way: with everyone happy, excited, and ready to go. A rookie parent might be fooled into thinking that this blissful experience will last for longer than the first hour of the trip.
Oh foolish, foolish newbie.
You're lucky if it lasts to the end of the street.
The fact is, the short-lived "calm before the storm" is just a terrible, cruel joke of nature.
El Avery-o is a storm that few survive.
Preparation is KEY.
Thankfully, our drive to Florida wasn't our first one.
We've already payed our "stupid tax"(as the lovely Dave Ramsey would say) in that department.
This Mommy's got skills. And a little "bag of tricks" loaded with books, markers, crayons, cookies, and lots of coloring books.
If bribery and begging were tangible items, they would be in there too.
We waited to pull out the "big guns" (a.k.a. DVD player and strawberry gum) until things got really challenging.
The combination can only lead to Toddler Bliss.
It's powerful stuff.
Diego normally makes me want to stab my eyeballs out, but after hour six in the car with a 2 1/2 year old and an infant, he is the most beautiful sound on earth.
Second only to complete silence, of course.
So - after what can only be described as the longest car ride in the history of man, we arrived at our condo.
I'm surprised that the neighbors didn't call the cops on us for ramming carts and dragging screaming babies down the hallway at 4:30 am.
We slept for a few hours of sleep and then ventured out to the beach.
Last year, Avery was horrified by the sand.
She wouldn't even put her feet down in it, but look at her this year...
What a difference a year makes.
I love vacation.
And We don't have to drive back home for 4 more days...