"I thought you swore you wouldn't take your kids anywhere again for a long time?"
Oh, right. I did say that. What the heck is wrong with me?
So, check it.
We just finished an upstate New York trip. And it was wonderful.
Wonderfully amazing that my children weren't grounded for a month when we got home.
Actually, it really was wonderful, despite my children.
They were really really good in a lot of ways. Nothing to complain about with their behavior on an airplane or in the car. Great behavior at restaurants--
but plenty to complain about whilst sightseeing. I like to think of it as sightseeing with a bunch of poo flinging monkeys who keep egging each other on. Poking each other and pulling hair and picking each other's noses.
And on a side note, for the love, don't go to Niagara without your passports-- the American side leaves so much to be desired and the Canadians were partying like it was 1999 and it was like we had our faces pressed against the glass watching the party from the outside. So sad.
I can't believe that this was all in 2015; in my head 2015 has been over several years but at the same time it's November but the year is compressed into a month-- (how in the world is it November already?)
but my kids are spoiled, dang it. And I have no one to blame but me.
They've done San Fran.
They've done San Fran.
And everything the area has to offer. (Many thanks to my bro-chacho and his sweet wife for allowing us to tag along.)
They went on a cruise. Again. (Many thanks to our traveling companions, my sweet sister in law and bro in law for still talking to us afterward.)
Side note, you should hear my thoughts on those of us who are sitting poolside in a shirt and shorts trying to cover up our imperfections whilst the other adults are letting it allll hang out, leaving nothing to the imagination all around us, and the irony of it all.
But some other time.
We went places, mkay. We did a lot of stuff this year.
And in my parental head, I was telling myself that it makes memories, right?
My kids will appreciate this all. Later. Perhaps much, much later.
Or at the very least, I'm training my children to be good travelers. Appreciative sightseers, if you will.
Because right now, I'm scratching my head wondering why I emptied my hubby's skymiles and used his hotel points and spent tons of money eating out and gained five pounds and tortured myself with an entire day's worth of packing for 6, and then the hades of all that laundry when we got back.
Only to have my kids poo fling and wet willy and whine and pout in public places for the whole world to see. 'Cause we can stay home. It's much simpler to stay put 'n stuff.
So, it's character building, right? Sigh.