Vacation stopped being vacation when we had kids. Why even pack a book? GONE is the rest and relaxation that I once knew. Without the little sanity breaks provided by the dull, daily routine, I am a drooling idiot by bedtime. I am THROUGH. Done. Finito. “Smackdown is a ONE WAY street my dear parents.” -- wee Rooster Girl
There is so much ‘vacation’related lifting and loading. So much schlepping. Yesterday we returned from five days at the beach. Back and forth, back and forth over the hot sand we have carried: inflatable pool & beach items; sand toys, water toys; beach mats; beach towels; snacks; drinks; sunscreen; kites and God knows what else. We have slathered the children over and over again in SPF 50 cream and wedged them in and out of swim diapers and swim suits. We have braved the high highs and the low lows of toddler moods and we have done it all with very little sleep.
Wee Rooster Girl decided that the absence of routine was a good enough excuse to entertain us with a nightly (3:00a.m. – 4:30 a.m.) imitation of a baby seal. The baby seal imitation involved her doing flip flops in our bed while yelling in great exultation. I have never heard such joyous sounds come out of her body at any other time.
Why was she in our bed you might ask?
If we denied her the baby seal audience, she would SCREAM until her older brother, our friends’ children or our friends themselves were disturbed out of sleep. I can just imagine she was thinking, “Someone is going to WATCH this damned seal show I have prepared.”
On the third night she included clapping – new to her repertoire. She kicked us each repeatedly as if to say, “wake up and check this out dudes, I can CLAP!”
The nightly hour and a half routine of flipping and flopping around the bed would finally end when she found a way to jam her teeny tiny toes up my nostrils, shove a few fingernails into my soft belly and fall asleep with her head near it’s ancestral home.
K and I swore that, once home, she would receive the ultimate SMACKDOWN in the form of CRYING IT OUT in the comfort of her own crib where there is no one to disturb.
So what did she do on her first night home?
She slept through the night.
“Smackdown is a ONE WAY street my dear parents.” -- wee Rooster Girl