Yesterday was a bit of a crazy day.
We got up early a la Ronan on Vacation. We hung out at the condo, and tried to decide what to do for breakfast. With Ronan starting to get fussy around 9, we decided to pack up the cars, go for breakfast and head home. By the time the cars were packed, it became obvious to us that Ronan wasn’t going to make it through a meal, and sitting to eat wasn’t worth the stress of a major meltdown. Brock and I told everyone else we were just going to hit the road, and stop for something to eat along the way. We had hoped, because he was so tired, that he would just fall asleep for some of the trip.
Nearly two hours later, he was still awake, and still yelling. He wasn’t crying… there were no tears. He was just yelling about having to be in the carseat. I’m sure his bottom hurt – heck, my bottom hurts after sitting in a car for a few hours. We took him into a gas station so we could fill up on gas, use the restrooms, and get some snacks. After we reloaded, the major meltdown was caused by being forced to strap an unwilling toddler into a carseat that he never wanted to see again. I sat in the back seat with him as he cried for a while, until I gave him some white-cheddar popcorn, and then he snacked for a while. I had hoped that me being with him would keep him company, but instead he just cried and asked “Please” over and over.
I gave him a sippy cup with milk, climbed back into the front seat, and within 15 minutes, he was out. He slept the rest of the way home.
The second part of the trip was MUCH better than the first part.
After we got home, we did some major cleaning. Our house had been a disaster when we left, and I wasn’t looking forward to coming back to that. Brock cleaned the kitchen while I unpacked, cleaned the living room, vaccuumed, and did laundry. I can now happily say that our house is tidy, and for once after coming home from a vacation I don’t feel defeated by the amount of work to be done. I made a kick-ass dinner (sun-dried tomato alfredo pasta with chicken and asparagus) of which Ronan ate two huge servings(!) and then put him to bed.
All in all, it was a great trip, a great weekend, and a great yesterday.
… today, however, is a totally different story. One for a different day.
