This week I packed up the kids and took them on a last minute trip to visit my dad’s side of the family. Peter had to work, so the kids and I went with my dad, sister and my sister’s 4 kids. It was madness. But it was fun.
My emotional state throughout this trip went from one extreme to the other in the blink of an eye. When the kids were laughing and playing and I was catching up with loved ones I would think, “This is perfect! I’m so glad we came! We should visit more often.” But then they’d be crying, getting into trouble, refusing to sleep and I’d think “Why did I do this to myself? This is torture. I can’t handle these kids 200 miles from home by myself! Never again!!”
In the end though, I’m left mostly with the positive memories and am so glad my babies got to see their great grandmother, aunts, uncles and cousins!