wellll I’m back in the snow and cold. And i must say…HAPPILY..

wellll I’m back in the snow and cold. And i must say…HAPPILY. This is the only photo of me that exists from our weeklong trip bc, as many of you know, parenting (and what a cliche to admit it) is really a no days off, no time to pose situation.

I think I “relaxed” for about 36 minutes total but even that was consumed by whiplash. Give or take a few sour milk pina coladas the trip left me spinnin with 2 plane cancelations, 2 rebooks, 1 period stain from the 80s on a hotel fitted sheet, our one (and only) baby nurse / kid helper deciding she didn’t feel safe bc she was sure someone “tampered with her chain lock” and she wanted to go home (1 hotel change), ((still let her go home)), 15 baby night wakes….

Then the math starts to gets fuzzy but something like 63 cookies, 41 gelatos and 2 vegetables. 100 i hate yous (middle kid), 101 i love yous “in the face” (mostly middle kid) one fully-clothed panic jump into pool to save…middle kid. 429 laps w stroller around the pool to “get the nap”. 3,994 “can i watch a movies”. 3,992 request denials. (2 movies) 6 trillion pieces of kid art that we “HAVE TO BRING HOME! YOU’RE WRINKLING IT! WHY DID I FIND THIS WET PAPER CROWN IN THE TRASH!!!” One coffee spill on baby. Two security checks re:spill to make sure we know it’s my fault and don’t sue (“he’s FINE!”), 2 grandmas, 2 aunts, 1 uncle, 1 cousin, one dinner w nev (only one lol), 6000 photos of the baby smiling before 6am. 72 cappuccinos (easily my favorite 10-12 moments of each day) But yeah, kids mannnn. Give ‘em all the Shirley temples. Take all our money. Would do it all again but only cuz I’m out of my gd mind.

I have to say there was a moment when nev looked over at me lovingly after we had just packed out of our final hotel and said “you just don’t care about anything that doesn’t matter do you?” and of course i was like “the fuck does that mean” ready to fight about a poorly timed compliment cuz I’m sweaty and on edge. And he explained that every time i breastfeed (which is constantly and everywhere) a few drops of milk stain my shirt when I’m done and I just leave it and never notice or care and he thought that was cool. And then i looked in the mirror for the first time that day. I saw my stained shirt, makeup-free face n unruly unbrushed hair n thought “yeah she dope”.

Hope your week was more relaxing then mine. But either way don’t forget to respect yourself for the hustle. Nothin wrong w hard work even if it’s supposed to be a vacation. And nothin but love for the moms n dads.

Hope you’re as happy it’s Monday as I am. 😛💕