Of solo parenting, on vacation that is. Still in FL with the kids. And about losing my mind! Again, I know I can't elicit much sympathy from anyone over being in FL. But actually for FL it is rather chilly so it's not like we can just hang by the pool or go to the beach all day.
Yesterday I braved taking them to a movie; Chipwrecked. Miss it if you can. But the real highlight was the huge argument before we even left the house to go to the movies over what food we would get once we got there. It wasn't a lighthearted discussion as one might expect for such a topic. Oh no. there were tears, and stomping and crying. Who would get gummies and if we could just get a giant tub o popcorn and share and who would get what drink and who would sit where. I almost called the whole thing off, only for the fact that if we stayed home I would have to deal with them all afternoon.
Once the movie started at least I didn't have to listen to them bickering, but sadly I had to listen to the Chipmunks singing which is almost as painful. After the movie, because I'm a glutton for punishment, I decided to stop at Whole Foods for some fruit and veggies because we were already out and it was on the way home. Bad idea. The kids screamed and yelled all over the place and it was just really embarrassing in front of all the yoga granola moms that frequent that place, especially here in South Florida.
Today we asked a kindly friend of the family to hang out with us and go to Sugar Sand Park. It's a little playground that also boasts a carousel ride and some neat features. That went relatively well. Until it was time for the car ride home. Then the bickering began again. CW would not stop fiddleing with AK's carseat and she wouldn't stop screaming at him to stop, even though if she would just ignore it she probably couldn't even feel what he was doing. It got so bad that they were both crying and screaming and I could barely concentrate on the road. It went on. And on. And on. To the point where when we finally arrived home, I left CW in the car and put AK in the house and sat on the porch for a few minutes just to calm down. Then I sent them both to their rooms where they still are and I'd really like to not let them out. Until tomorrow morning. At least. I guess I better feed them before doing that huh? So that was fun. I had all these ideas of things we could do and places we could go tomorrow but honestly I think I will just stay home and lock myself in my room if I can't stand it anymore. Mom Fail! I know. But for some reason this vacation feels very long. Oh right. I'm alone with my kids!!! Yeah!
Oh one more thing...I got a couple of comments on my last post about how I'm terrified to take my kids to a "gargantuan American grocery store". Mostly people thought it was funny. But I just want to clarify, it's not like our stores at home in Canada are tiny or anything, wouldn't want to start any false rumours! It's just that at home I know my way around and can generally get in and out pretty quickly without losing my kids. That is when I can't avoid taking them there at all. Because I don't really enjoy taking my kids to any type of store, gargantuan, tiny, or anything in between! It's just NOT fun.
So it's Wednesday, and we leave Friday for home. And yes, this is one time I think I may actually be looking forward to going home from vacation. I'm not looking forward to the cold weather that will greet us. And of course I know how lucky we are to even be here and be able to go on vacation, it's just that it isn't the same without the whole family here and my parents being at home and my dad being sick and so on. So this time will be home sweet home I think. I hope.
1 comments:
Yeah it totally blows when an episode of fighting overshadows the fun activity (and I concur about the chipmunks). I suppose you couldn't necessarily drown 'em out with the radio while navigating unfamiliar roads. Here's to a vacation from your vacation!
I thought perhaps your use of "gargantuan" had something to do with living in a large city. We do know how to occupy lots of space in suburbia.
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