Have you heard of the book I Was a Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids? I haven’t read it myself, but every time I’ve crossed paths with it, I’ve enjoyed a private little moment of head-nodding and knee-slapping because, hoo boy, I’ve been there, yes indeedy, and what a glorious time it was back when I thought I knew everything there was to know about being a parent.
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Someone once told me that after you have kids, there’s no such thing as a relaxing family vacation because, with kids in tow, you’ll inevitably find yourself just doing the same old chores and suffering the same everyday drudgery albeit in a different location–wrangling a toddler poolside instead of in the grocery store parking lot, waking up at 7 a.m. to change a diaper on a hotel bed (that you at least don’t have to make yourself!), dodging flying food in a Disney-themed cafe (extra points if the nibbles you’re pelted with are mouse-shaped), and making threats you can’t afford to follow through on because chances are the safari captain isn’t really going to turn the Jeep around and go home if your kids don’t stop pestering each other in the back seat right this second.
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