This weekend my parents flew down from South Carolina to spend the weekend with us in Orlando. It was a little bit like Groundhog Day because we stayed in the same hotel where we stayed a few weeks ago, and we were going to the same parks that we had visited as well.
For some reason, I felt this immense pressure to make sure that my parents had a good time. This was their first trip to Disney World in 16 years and their first trip with grandchildren.
I could not get my act together the entire weekend. I constantly felt like I was unorganized, chaotic, and out of flux. Not a good feeling for me.
On top of all this, Lil' B was more fussy this time in the parks and also was not sleeping as well as she did during our first trip. She screamed bloody murder every time we tried to lay her down in her portable crib. One or the other of us ended up rocking her to sleep each night and she ended up sleeping in our bed twice...a big no-no for me at this age.
The last day of our trip we decided to visit Universal Studios Islands of Adventure. My mom and I are huge Harry Potter
nerds fans, so we wanted to see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter section of the park. We let the kids play with the men in Seussland while Mom and I drank our Butterbeers and waited in line to ride our rides.
And I felt guilty the whole time. I felt like I had abandoned my husband and children just to do something that I wanted to do. We hurried back to the group as soon as we had finished, but I still felt bad.
We didn't spend long at Universal because there just isn't much for the little ones to do there, so we headed back to the hotel to pack up for home. As soon as we got back to the hotel, I discovered that my purse was missing. I panicked. I knew exactly where I had left it: in a restroom stall in Seussland.
My heart raced thinking about everything I had lost: my id's, credit and ATM cards, money. I wanted to cry just thinking about it. How could I have been so stupid?
We managed to call Lost and Found at Universal, and wonder of wonders, someone had found my purse and turned it in with everything still in it. I absolutely could not believe it. The rest of the afternoon was a blur, but it involved packing up our hotel room, going back to Universal to pick up my purse, and then listening to Miss H ask "are we there yet?" all the way home.
Now that we are home, unpacked, and settled, I still feel like I can't get back on track. I woke up tired and have been in a foul mood all day. Lil' B did sleep in her bed all night, but she has been out of sorts today too. I am actually starting to think that she may be sick.
And so I sit here at the computer, trying to decompress a little and I am contemplating why we bother going on vacation with small children. Will they even remember the fun that we had? Is all the lack of sleep worth it? Do they even appreciate what we do to try to show them a good time? Why do I beat myself up so badly? Why can't I cut myself a break and just relax and have fun?
These are the questions that are swirling around in my brain right now. I'm sorry if this has been a rambling random stream of consciousness post, but that's just where I am right now. I hope you all had a great weekend and are starting this week off on the right foot!