March 31, 2014 by Heather
I’ve heard it said before that the best part of any trip or vacation are the days and weeks leading up to it. The anticipation of how fun and wonderful it will undoubtedly be. If hindsight is 20/20, then I guess foresight is like 20/190, or 225/10. Not exactly sure how the whole vision ratio works out, but you get my point.
Basically, before a trip you are all like OMG this is gonna be so awesome and beach-tastic and relaxing and I’m gonna be so tan and come back glowingly radiant. Then the trip happens. Then right after it’s over you’re all like OMG going to the beach with a toddler is not relaxing at all and where is my tan and why the frick did the sun make my face break out?
Then you get home and unload the car, and while you are happy to be home, you come down with what medical doctors refer to as Post Trip Blues, which consist of realizing just how much laundry you have to catch up on and finding a dead mouse in your bedroom and another leak in the ceiling and discovering almost an entire box of cheerios smushed up underneath the pee-soaked carseat (no gas station for 5 hours = no diaper change = crap we must be the worst parents ever).
I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Andrew had in mind when we bought the car two months before Parker was born:
I’ve since vacuumed the car and washed the car seat cover. Does taking that thing off make anyone else almost lose their mind/religion? Holy cow. The first time I ever took the cover off I did it in the driveway because 1) I thought it would be super easy, and 2) because I didn’t want to bring the mountain of snack crumbs in the house. Let’s just say I really hope none of the neighbors saw the whole debacle. It was ugly. At one point I actually kicked the car seat.
….. aaaaand the suitcases are still in the middle of the living room.