Ok, we took the family to New Hampshire to a lovely place called Santa’s Village.  We stayed over two nights at a great Inn nearby the park.  I don’t know what I was thinking…perhaps it is the desire in me to suffer?  A subconscious need to be stressed out and overwhelmed?  I’m not certain, but I do know that it wasn’t very easy.  If I had the energy to sit in the lounge to have a cocktail, I would have.  But, I was exhausted.

Friday we drove 4+ hours (thanks to a rather obscure path compliments of Mapquest).  Thank goodness for DVD players, but they can only keep my two boys from smacking each other in the head for so long.  We decided to catch a few hours before closing at Santa’s Village.  I’m certain, being boys, that their minds could have exploded at that point.  So much to look at and ride, so little time.

This was followed up by dinner at the Inn.  Minor note–my two boys (3 1/2 and 5 years old) do not ever ever EVER slow down.  The flood of excitement from the park spilled into the restaurant…and not quietly.  We inhaled our food, chewing every other bite and then got them to the room.  One more trip out to the indoor pool for a quick refreshing swim.  Not so refreshing…one boy was given a time out and banned from the pool for the evening.  I don’t know what the word is, but I think I need to make a new one up for that point in time when my boys are very tired, but very hyper at the same time.  Right now I just call it annoying.

We finally calmed down enough where they fell asleep around 11pm.  We are also unconscious.

The next day seems mostly normal.  We spend the whole day at Santa’s Village.  My feet are aching and I’ve given up on my “lifestyle change”…I like to call my diets that so I don’t feel so bad.  I have fried dough, snow cones, ice cream, hot dogs, french fries…the list goes on.  I actually gained 5 pounds from Friday morning to Monday morning.  Is that normal?  Should I be talking to my physician?  Anyway, I digress.

Dinner is torturous.  We travel to a Pub 99 that we think is only a few minutes away.  40 minutes later, we arrive to a 35 minute wait for our table.  Preschool boys are not patient people.  We get to the table and for some reason our food arrives around 30 minutes later.  UGH

I hope that some day my boys look back and remember all the fun that they truly had, because if not I’m going to crack!

Have a nice vacation.

raelynn, www.kidzcomfort.com