I have all kinds of wonderful things to blog about. Pictures to show you, too. Camping pictures. From over a week ago. But for some reason, I'm just not up to a long-winded, up-to-date, look-at-my-kids! type post right now. And the pictures aren't uploading right, anyway. See? I tried. Maybe I'll try again later.
For now, I thought I'd let you, dear reader, know that Crazy Week Two is about to start, which will then lead into Crazy Week Three, and then Crazy Week Four will commence. There are reasons for this craziness, and since you're still reading, I'll tell you why.
Crazy Week Two: Clean the house, do the laundry, pack the house, pack the laundry, wave good-bye to awesome hubby as he goes with the Priests on their High Adventure trip (hiking and rafting in the Tetons), drive myself and kiddies to Logan to see Julie and Mother of the Wild Boys, and then drive to Blackfoot to the 'rents house.
Crazy Week Three: Drive to Alberta (without Brandon. Sniff*sniff*). Spend an amazing time with relatives in the Great White North, sing "O, Canada", hike throughout Waterton National Park, and then drive home.
Crazy Week Four: Do the laundry, clean the house, recover, recover, recover.
I'm excited for my crazy weeks. The prep part and the recover part are not very fun (and the "no Brandon" part is excruciating), but from Logan to "drive home" I'll be dancin' the night away. Or something similarly thrilling.
And now, for your entertainment, some thoughts about traveling with small children:
I have a hard time feeling sorry for people who take small children on long road trips. Don't get me wrong --it's not that I don't think driving long distances with small children is easy, I just have a hard time feeling sorry. Pitying, if you will. Acknowledging their pain.
I've often run into people who whine and complain (as most parents are wont to do when it comes to doing anything with small children) about traveling with small children and the complaints are always the same:
"It's so far!"
"What can we do to entertain them?"
"What will we eat?"
"It's hard to sit still!"
"How can they handle it?"
"How can I handle it?"
"Why are we doing this?!!?!"
I asked my sister (today, actually) about my sin of being annoyed with the unseasoned traveling parents, and she said I needed to be kinder and more understanding (which is something I really need to do on all levels, if we're being honest here!). She reminded me that as a child, I had driven in a car, usually more than once a year, for 8 hours straight. Both ways. I had no television, no 75 MPH speed limits, and no fast food (mom always packed a lunch). We stopped only for gas and bathroom breaks (usually at the same time. Why waste a stop? Go now!), and we always made good time. The idea was to get to the destination. 8-10 hours of driving? Bring it on!
I'm used to long road trips. Facing any kind of a road trip, with four children (usually a baby involved, often a nursing one), for any amount of time (2 hours to 15 hours) doesn't even phase me. I don't bat an eye. Why would I? My kids have a DVD player. They have books. Crayons. Snacks. Fast Food. They just have to deal.
So deal, we have. And we've benefited from the fruits thereof --trips from CA to ID, from UT to CA --and from UT to Canada. My kids are seriously the best car travelers I've ever seen. Stopping only for gas? Cool. Eating three meals a day in the car? Bring it! Getting up at 4AM to make it to Grandma's house by dinnertime? Fo' shizzle!
But I am still a bad person. I need to remember that for some people, just the thought of being stuck in a car for more than 2 hours sends shivers down their spines. And I'm not talking about the children, here --I have many adult friends and family that cannot stand the car. So, they fly, or they break their trips into small increments. I need to be more sensitive about this. I shouldn't roll my eyes every time I read about someone else thinking their 12-15 hour car trip with children is going to be Hell on Earth. I shouldn't smirk when people think I'm superhuman for driving "alone" with my children to Idaho (it's only 3 hours away, people). This is a serious weakness of mine. You know, judging people. I need to get over it. Dang. One more thing to add to the list. Yeah, that sounds about right.
So, what do you think of long car trips? Specifically with small children? Do you do it often? If so, are you judgemental like me? Wait. Don't admit that. Judgemental people are annoying, too!
Shoot. I guess I'm annoying, too? Figures.