Vacation Part Over
June 28, 2010
“Why can’t we just stay here?”
“Because then it wouldn’t be vacation. It would be real life.”
And so vacation comes to end.
I think the beginning of the end came one hour outside of Austin at the gas station off I35
Today is real life with 6am wake ups for football camp With piles of laundry. Sand tracked through the house. Car interiors that need steam cleaning. Mail that needs to be sorted. Cips of coffee that will be poured and never finished because of interruptions Bills that need to be paid. Emails that need to be answered.
I should also think about serving the kids some sort of vegetable for dinner this week. Because this is real life and even though most of them won’t eat it, that’s what real life mothers do.
As opposed to vacation mothers who think Vitamin water and ketchup count as vegetables, and then tell their kids to go eat some more grilled/fried meat.
Typing on a real keyboard. Yes!
Posted by Chris @ 10:01 am
Vacation Drive Home Part Three
June 27, 2010
I left out the most important thing that I discourage while on long car trips.
And just like everything else in this parenting gig, they don’t pay attention anyway.
About five minutes after pulling out of Sonic and onto the highway Miles started crying his stomach hurt. I ignored him for about 3 minutes, which as it turns out was 3 minutes too long.
On the bright side, if there can be such a thing as a bright side when it involves vomit and the backseat of a car, the gas station I pulled into off the highway had a spigot on the building right where I parked.
I unloaded everything from the back of the van, including my neighbor’s duffle bag that wouldn’t fit into their car and ended up being right in the line of fire. I hosed everything off, including Miles.
While the childless drove by and looked over in horror. (Heather, consider this your birth control reminder)
And the fellow parents drove by and nodded sympathetically.
I stripped Miles down right there in the parking lot and redressed him.
To add to the horror my older children were experiencing, I washed off Miles’ seashell collection. With baby wipes and the spigot.
That, my friends, is love.
Posted by Chris @ 8:49 pm
Vacation Drive Home Part Two
The allure of the drive in restaurant escapes me. Why do we want to eat in our car?
Turns put we don’t want to eat in the car. They want to eat outside. At Sonic. In the 100 degree heat.
Not sure who is crazier, them for wanting to eat outside, or me for allowing it.
Posted by Chris @ 6:15 pm
Vacation Drive Home
Things I encourage while driving in car:
Looking out window
Listening to iPods
Playing Nintendo DS with headphones
No logging anyone else in the car into the game
Reading in YOUR HEAD
Talking to me or anyone else is not encouraged
Neither is drinking
Posted by Chris @ 5:41 pm
Vacation Day Five Part Four
June 26, 2010
I am on vacation with my friend and her huge extended Mexican family. I mention that they are Mexican only because they tease me about being the “white” girl.
And I tease them about the completely random words in Spanish they sprinkle into conversation.
But one thing is for sure, they know how to cook.
The first photo is titled Boy vs Food. My 11 yr old can pack the food away like no one else can.
Her family also dotes on the little kids. “Mija, here is some shrimp grilled just for you.” The kids have been spoiled rotten.
Today I am thankful for friends who treat me and my kids just like we are a part of their family.
Posted by Chris @ 11:00 pm
Vacation Day Five Part Three
I am typing this through a ziploc bag at the beach. The same way I have written everything this week.
Sea Salt and Vinegar chips. Love. They taste like the ocean, only better.
Posted by Chris @ 5:00 pm
Vacation Day Five Part Two
Lips that taste like salt when you lick them.
Posted by Chris @ 2:54 pm
Vacation Day Five Part One
Alex is on the way.
The waves are huge. Vigorous.
Tomorrow we will leave.
New travels to start counting down for.
Looking forward to next year.
Posted by Chris @ 2:44 pm
Vacation Day Four Part Four
June 25, 2010
The birth of a sand castle.
Posted by Chris @ 7:40 pm
Vacation Day Four Part Three
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
Posted by Chris @ 6:51 pm