A sick husband, a hivey (and thus unsleeping baby), a last-minute job, a non-functioning internet connection, a wild goose chase to fix said non-functioning internet connection, not to mention shopping, laundering, researching, packing, stressing and grooming for a two-week trip with my husband and daughter. After the week I have had… I need a vacation. The good news: I have an amazing vacation planned to Italy and Norway. The bad news: first I have to get there. On a 15 hour flight, not counting layovers. With a highly energetic 14-month-old. Whoever said that it’s “all about the journey” is full of poop. When it comes to traveling with kids, it’s absolutely all about the destination.
Actually I know who said, “It’s all about the journey.” My husband, last night. I laughed so hard that I almost shot wine out of my nose. Of course, he hasn’t spent the last week packing, planning, shopping, researching and stressing about our trip the way that I have. He just throws his stuff in a bag the night before we leave. It’s not his fault. I am the one who stresses about such things. And I would never dream of letting him help shop or pack for our daughter. This is a degree of control that I cannot relinquish. It might be stressful, but there is something slightly calming about knowing without any shadow of a doubt that you have 3 changes of clothes, 20 diapers, 30 lbs. of snacks, and 50 lbs. of toys for a single flight.
The prep is done. Now all that stands in my way is the journey itself. But I know that if things get hairy, I can just think about the destination… pasta in my belly, wine in my bloodstream, and a smile on my lips as I watch my daughter play with her cousins. And if that doesn’t work there’s always Xanax.
ps. I will be enjoying my “vacation” for two weeks, and that means a vacation from blogging… you guys are exhausting. But I am sure to return with loads of stories to regale you with soon. Ciao!