Road Trip Part 1

I will look back on today and have lots of happy memories. Things my daughter said that made me laugh or that brought me tears of pride. I will look back on how sweet my son was as he fell asleep across my lap. However, as the night is ending I feel exhaustion, a twinge of failure and more than a little disappointment. I refuse to not do fun things with the kids because there are four. Today was a tough day that was filled with obstacles and disasters. Some I took in stride and others I bombed conpletely. It started last night.

My husband was working out of town, but in state and he asked me to come down for the evening and spend the night so he could give me a break with the kids. Before the twins it would have been a quick yes, but packing for 4 kids overnight is a big task. I threw caution to the wind, agreed, and prepared myself for our first road trip.

While I loaded up the car, the sausage dog ran out, and took off through the neighborhood. Luckily, I have the best neighbors on the planet and they helped me capture the dog and it was a small set back on our departure. The drive was easy, all the kids did great and we even arrived earlier than scheduled. I checked in to the hotel with no issues, and even was able to drag our luggage up to the room while pushing the stroller and not losing the older two kids. I bought dinner and had the kids sit down to eat right away, and I went to work on getting the babies settled. My daughter ran to the restroom at one point to use the potty, and then she went back to eating. The phone in the room rings and it is the front desk.

The people below us complained about the noise of a herd of children stomping their feet. Really!? First off, it is not even 5pm. Secondly, shut up. They offer to move our room and upgrade to a suite, but there is no chance I can relocate all of our stuff alone. They opted to move the people downstairs.

We left to go meet my husband on his dinner break, and the kids were so excited to see him. It was a heartwarming moment, until my son comes over with a wet pant complaint. I take him to the car and discover a watery, awful diaper is the cause. Super. I clean him up and we head back to the hotel for swim time at the pool.