The boots of our cars have been well used over the past nine months ie, since the birth of our son. There’s the pram, the bag, the blankets, the “what if” items. All of this is kept to a minimum due to the inspecting eye of the “travel light” husband. If left to our own devices, us moms would never leave home without our home and all its necessary equipment. Now let’s throw a spanner in the works and say go on a trip further than 50km away from home for longer than 5 hours. Better whip out your note book and pen, there are some lists to be made!
I experienced my first out of home experience not too long ago; the lists making and stressing is still fresh in my mind. This wasn’t going to be a long trip- a couple of days but it seemed as though we would have one carry-on for our things and a suitcase for our baby. We were flying so there were no worries about entertaining our child for hours on end while traveling. Our little angel slept as we took off and the only trouble of the whole flight was when mom (that would be me) needed to use the dreaded little white bag kindly provided by all airlines as we descended.
Our accommodation on the other side had all that we needed. A bed, a cot, a kitchen etc. It had all that homely attributes but we couldn’t trick our little one into thinking this was a home away from home. The dictionary describes a holiday as: leisure time away from work devoted to rest or pleasure. Rest HAH! It was dark, it was warm but somehow our son knew that he was not in his own bed. Every hour our little angel woke. EVERY HOUR! Bless my husband for waking with me! That night, the rest of my holiday-less life flashed before me and I was ok with that in comparison to what we were currently experiencing. Night two was a little better and eventually by the time we were ready to go home, our boy was sleeping through again.
Ironic!
Bron, we just had a night away from home too, and having learnt the hard way, we now take her play pen to sleep in, as it at least smells like home… she still woke at 5am screaming her head off (something she NEVER does) and we’re sure it was because the walls weren’t even painted pink with flowers, so what was she to look at when she woke up