i would like to know where the line is between being grateful for something and just fatigued with the whole situation. i fully recognize that we were just treated to a wonderful little get-a-way that most people would be crazy about getting, but it was just too much for me to handle at this point in my life. dan's folks wonderfully got us a night at a bed and breakfast in banff for our christmas gift, which we just returned from today. here are some of the things that were good about it:
- it was really close to downtown (by the safeway)
- dan and i each got pants from gap which were on sale
- it was a night away from natty and the routines of life
- dan's mom got to hang out with natty and play, play, play
- it was nice to be able to just hang out with dan and read together
- the scenery was absolutely amazing, of course
- we got a free meal at the old spaghetti house (xmas gift too)
here are some things that weren't so good about it:
- the madhouse before we left to get the whole house packed up as isaac came with us for one night
- trying to remember get everything laid out for dan's mom in a note so that she would know where everything was, have emergency #s, etc, only to come home and see that none of it was read or followed (it's simply a respect issue in my mind)
- being stuck in a little cabin without a TV or a bath tub for my bubbly bath i was looking forward to taking
- coming home with poor isaac who is totally out of schedule and beside himself screaming (he doesn't travel so well, that boy)
- having to unpack a whole car full of stuff
- being away from natty for the night--i like that little boy, and really miss him when i'm away
so, yeah. how does it all balance? am i ungrateful? i feel really ungrateful, which means that i am. i feel grateful that they would want to do that for us. but it was just so....much....work. maybe when the boys are bigger and can both stay home, and we go for longer to make it worth it? i don't know. i'm just so stinkin' happy to be home!
5 comments:
sounds like you are just bored :).
indeed, it was a bit boring there--sitting in the tiny, tiny room with the pack and play one foot away, trying to be quiet as not to wake isaac, but trying to do something "fun" ourselves since we were in banff! good perspective. guess that doesn't have to make me an awful person. thanks.
lugging little babies around is hard. I always found it easier to stay home. this is why i now have no social life. and if we have another baby, i'm may as well retire from the world of friends.
No. No. No. I refuse to believe my momness stops me from being a part of friendness, (especial as a single mom)we can do it! Say it ain't so Shannon.
But it's so haaaaaard, Ang. But, okay, I'll try.
It's just not a baby friendly world we live in. Everyone wants everything quiet and perfect. And there is so much extra stuff to lug around. And, and, and ...
I want it too. I'm Extrover Girl, and it kills me to hibernate. I just don't know how.
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