The word vacation and its definition takes on a whole new meaning with children in tow.
Sure taking a vacation with your children may still mean time away from your home and usual routine, but a break? Relaxation? Rejuvenation? I'm not quite sold on these last few.
A break from what? The children are with you 24/7.
Relaxation? When would that take place?
Rejuventation? Perhaps if you are disciplined enough to go to bed early every night and your kids decide to sleep in every morning ... but my luck with these two things happening at the same time thus far is not great.
For the record, I'm not complaining, just expressing some observations. Going on a trip with kids is intense - from the moment you start packing, to the moment you begin unpacking with a whole lot of other stuff in between.
When travelling as a family, you are dealing with new settings, non-kid proof rooms, time changes, flight delays, new menus, no toys, new people, hotel rooms, different sleeping arrangements (oops, forgot the monitors and .... sorry honey, no music tonight .... even though you have listened to it every night for the past three years!) .... you get the idea and I'm sure you have your own mental memories that are popping up in your head.
This past Christmas, we ventured to Arizona to see my Dad. Had a great trip but still intense. Time change - the sun didn't rise for at least 2 1/2 hours after my children woke up. Flight delays - right when you have the naps timed perfectly with the flights, WAM! your flight has been delayed. Have you ever held an eighteen month old for three hours? ... That is awake?
On our way home as we were entering the security line at the airport, you know the one where they frisk you, my Dad notices there is a second line with no one it it (the other line had at least 70 people in it) that looked like it was reserved for wheelchairs, etc. My Dad urged me to go in it ... we proceeded. I felt guilty, trying not to meet eyes with anyone in the other line ... especially as we were greeted and ushered through in seconds. But then I though, no wait, I am juggling two toddlers, multiple bags and a double stroller, I deserve this line. If the roles were reversed and I witnessed someone else doing it and I was travelling alone with my husband, I would understand and enjoy my free arms, single carry on item and latte while I waited the few extra minutes.
As everyone tells me, "this stage is short and things will get easier" ... and truthfully I can already see that. BUT, after our Christmas trip, my husband and I decided that our trip to Calgary this winter would be taken sans kids. So look for us with our lattes, magazines (that actually get opened and read) in the extra-long line enjoying our adult-only airport time.
Cheers! Any airport or vacation drama you would like to share?