For instance this year, we celebrated Christmas with my mom's most recent ex husband, his daughters, and not my mom. Totally normal.
Any overnight trip with two children, requires a day to?plan/pack and a day to have makeup sex and recover. Period.
On Friday, I took a long lunch and Chris and I went to Target to get Haven a bike from the Easter bunny. Now I was lucky if I got a pre-made basket, which those are super awesome now, but I digress. My parents didn't dye eggs, host egg hunts, or put together Easter baskets. They chained smoked and made an Easter meal-- and that was it.
But we decided to get Haven a bike because next week is Bike Day at school and he doesn't have one. And ?Chris mentioned that his favorite Easter was the one where he got a bike. So I am all like, "Ok, let's get him a bike since we really didn't get him anything for his birthday." ?We get the bike and the overpriced matching helmet, which is also something that I didn't have as a child. But then again, my mom would let us sit in the back of an El Camino while we rode around town, so the bike helmet was probably a waste of money.
All Friday night, I clean and pack. Pack the Easter goodies, the clothes, the pajamas, Olive's high chair, wrap a birthday present to bring along, etc. Saturday, I have a 10 mile run with Melanie from 4Kottez and Laura-who-doesn't-have-a-blog-yet. I survive. It was a pity run they did for me and also because lactose?intolerant?Laura had a pitcher of margarita the night before with queso. I have never ran that far in my life, but this whole fake it 'til I make thing wasn't working for me like it does in every other aspect of my life.
And we all know the?diarrhea-cha-cha-cha that comes after a long run. Except mine decided it was too scared. I head home, shower, help Chris get the kids loaded, and we head two hours to my in-laws.
Upon arrival, Chris's dad came over with Moonshine and Moonshine cherries. Either they need to get drunk to put up with me or they need me drunk to put up with me. I always remind them that their daughter in law options could be worse.
By 10pm, Chris is white boy wasted. And guess what? He has to put together that Easter bunny bike for Haven. After he?finally?gets it put together, we head to bed and talk about what awesome parents we are and how Haven is going to love this bike.
Sunday morning, the kids wake up and we decide to feed them breakfast, bathe and dress them before doing gifts. This is completely intentional because I want to look good on camera in 20 years when we watch these videos on Christmas. Bathing, dressing, and occupying two kids at someone else's house is like trying to get a Debbie cake wearing a straight jacket. It's possible, just not pretty.
Finally, the moment comes where I take the kids into the room and hide while Chris sets up Haven's bike and Olive's basket stroller to push Chauncey. He yells, "The Easter bunny came..." as we walk out into the living room.
Haven sees his new and a says, in the saddest most pathetic baby voice, "Aww man, I wanted a Buzz Wightyurr."
(CHI-CHI BOOM)
We spent the rest of the day eating and eating and eating. After the two hour drive home, unloading a small bedroom out of our car, throwing most of the junk in the garbage, I finally sat down to relax. And guess what? It was like my intestines knew the smell of my house and decided it was time for diarrhea-cha-cha-cha.
someone had too much Moonshine...
Cheers that there are a few months until the next traveling holiday!
Source: http://www.thestanfieldclan.com/2013/04/family-holidays.html
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