We just returned from our whirlwind trip to Las Vegas this past week and I feel like I am just starting to recover! Living in the middle of no where (which significantly adds to the travel time each way), traveling with young children and staying in a hotel is stressful. There is no such thing as a vacation when traveling on someone else’s schedule with kids. And even if you were to make all the calls, take breaks for nap time and make as many accommodations as you can for your kids, nothing is quite like home.
Yet I would never in a million years have left my kids behind. With friends or even if I ever have the luxury of family near by, it’s not something I ever consider. My husband will suggest it from time to time, but he doesn’t understand. He is away from them all day while he is at work and he was absent for most of my daughter’s first 18 months of life. So he is more accustomed to being apart, but he also has the assurance that they are in my care when he is away.
So I grumble about never having a minute to myself and try and tuck my frazzled hair in place behind my ear as I trudge through the airport without a free hand, appearing to have everything under control. But I will gladly, although not always gracefully, travel with my kids.