Today I am flying to Austin for a weekend trip away with 6 other couples. I lived in Austin for 5 years, so I am always excited about visiting one of my
Why Traveling Moms Are Tired
- Childcare – while there are two parents in many families, in most, wrangling childcare falls squarely on mom’s shoulders. This weekend trip requires two different friends and family members to watch Evan and work with everyone’s schedules. I am so grateful to them all but the mental gymnastics to fill all the hours makes me want to lie down!
- Germs – do kids start licking the doorknobs the second they hear that you have a trip planned? The day before departure, Evan had a sore throat that had him one step from death’s door (don’t believe me? Just ask him!). He ended up missing a day of school with the promise that he would go to school the next day no matter what. You see, I didn’t figure out childcare for when he should BE AT SCHOOL.
- Packing – yes, I know. Just throw stuff in a bag. As long as you have your passport and a credit card, you are fine. It is SO TRUE if only I was only packing for me. Instead, I packed for me, Evan and the dog. Plus I bought groceries and wrote out an exhaustive list of tips and tricks for the weekend for my stepdaughter.
- Instructions – Evan is 11 so he is a pretty easy kid to watch these days. However, we can’t forget about the dog, the guinea pigs (who suck down water like they have been running through the desert) and the fish. Plus, the oven doesn’t work and please make sure Evan takes his medicine. I racked my brain for 2 solid days for that list and I am SURE I forgot something.
- Clothes – Please tell me that I’m not the only one who has become massively unstylish over the years. Living at two homes (Calgary and the lake) means my clothes are spread across both. My clothes at the lake are a function of what I do at the lake: work on my laptop, ride on the boat and go to campfires. There is little use for cute going out clothes. I didn’t really consider this fact until I tried to pack 3 hours before I needed to leave for the airport. Oh well, my hubby loves me in my lake clothes and if he doesn’t, he should probably keep that fact to himself. Small wins, though, thanks to packing cubes I managed to travel with just a
carry on. Yay me!
- Personal Grooming – Okay, if my clothes are a disaster, we don’t want to talk about my legs. Ok, maybe we do. My husband lives in a different city most of the week and I live in a tiny community. No one sees my legs so they get a little out of hand. And then there are my nails! Yesterday, I looked down in horror at my toenails and fingernails. “CRAP, I’m going to a warm place where I need to wear flip flops!” Cue running around the house looking for fingernail polish. Of course, I could not find any. I did find one lone pack of Jamberries with a fox pattern. I guess I get to be FOXY on this trip. 30 minutes of blowdrying plastic stickers to my toenails later and I was golden (or as golden as I was going to get). My fingernails got the super swish press on nails treatment and I basically look like a movie star now (if only I wasn’t wearing my lake clothes and flip flops).
Look, I know I should be super excited about my trip and I know that I am lucky that I get to travel. I promise I will show more excitement, right after I drink this gallon of coffee and have a nap! Just don’t expect me to look like one of those perfect female travelers without a care in the world. They obviously get more sleep than me.