Before I go forth, I know I sound whiny. I should be grateful that we could take a vacation at all, when so many people are struggling just to get by. I was grateful. I am grateful that we could pay for a vacation. We hadn’t had one in three years. I’d lost my job and funds were tight, until my dad died and left us money, and believe me, I did pay for that (Just search “Dad”). We’d visited family a few times, on their dime, but it had been a long time since we’d gone on a real vacation, where you stay in a hotel, or, in our case, a boat. We paid good money for this vacation and we expected it to be worth the expenditure. And this wasn’t our first rodeo. We’d cruised several times before and thought we knew what to expect. What could be better? A floating resort with free babysitting, starting and ending in Seattle so no flights with the kids! Woohoo!
Oh my God, the screaming. “I DOOONT WAANT TO! I DOONT WANNA TAKE A NAP!” and the shrieking, over and over and over. Well, kid, I don’t wanna sit here, either. With each shriek my ear drums rattle, and I can just picture them getting weaker in my mind. I wonder what will do more aural damage – the countless heavy metal shows I
saw in my youth or sitting here in my 40s, listening to a two-year-old scream. My preference would be to leave him alone to his screams but the little bugger learned to climb out of his bed and now I have to babysit him so he doesn’t climb out and break his head. Or worse, escape his nap.
There are lots of parenting moments that I’d love to forget, like the time my daughter was 18 months old and refused to take a nap. Tired, frustrated and counting on that nap, I yelled, yanked the pacifier out of her mouth and slammed her bedroom door. “You are the adult,” a friend said when I confessed. Well, I wasn’t that day.
Hereditary Insanity is three years old! My actual insanity is much older, but I’m talking about the blog here. So I think it’s a good time to look back and see what we’ve learned. Yes, it’s kind of a gimme for me, but I don’t have another topic and I could use the break. If you’re new to Hereditary Insanity, this “What I did over the year” roundup will be a handy guide to relevant posts. Some new developments: Hereditary Insanity is available as a Kindle subscription and has been accepted by Top Mommy Blogs. Please take a moment to vote so it can stay a top mommy blog. I would really appreciate it. I am also considering sending a post to Huffington Post Parents. Please let me know in the comments which one you think should I send.
I learned that I am passing my fears onto my children, and that’s not necessarily a good idea. (Some of all Fears)
I learned that I couldn’t blame all of my three-year-old daughter’s bad behavior on her age. I had to accept some responsibility for my actions. (Is it three or is it me?)
“I didn’t get to marry Aidan today,” my daughter told me as I picked her up from school.
Having heard this before, I said, “Sweetie, does Aiden want to marry you?”
“He says he doesn’t,” she said.
I seized the opportunity for a much-needed life lesson. “Well, Sweetie, if he’s just not that into you, you should let him go and find somebody who is. “
“But I love him!” she said.