It’s spring break in our neck of the woods, and we’ve bailed on OKC for warmer weather in the Caribbean. I’ll be back next week with loads of fun photos and more design posts, but in the meantime here’s some tropical color inspiration to get you in the mood for warmer temps.
I will, however, not spoil this lovely scene with mentions of how CRAZY DIFFICULT EXHAUSTING it is to travel with a toddler. It’s like childbirth – you totally forget just how awful it is until you do it again. And then you think to yourself “NEVER AGAIN!”
Actually, yes, maybe I will.
First, you feel all rosy and nostalgic, emboldened by the sense of impending adventure. “Wouldn’t it be fun/great/marvelous if ((insert option: we have a baby OR go on a trip with our offspring))?”
YES! YES, it will be AMAZING. MEMORABLE! Life giving! A time to bond as a family! Think of all the previous trips you’ve been on that have been so.much.fun. (Or in the case of having a baby, THINK OF ALL THE CUTE TINY THINGS!)
You spend months anticipating the upcoming Blessed Event. You prepare, plan, pack a bag for either the hospital or the airplane (or maybe both?), you check in online, you maybe buy a new swimsuit (oh wait – you definitely don’t do that for childbirth. Ok, it’s not a perfect analogy here).
And then the day arrives. You are ready. You are so over the planning of it and now you are ready to GET ON WITH THE SHOW. Then when you are midway through the delivery (be it air travel or, erm, actual delivery of a child) you’re thinking “WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA? WHY DOES ANYONE EVER TRAVEL ANYWHERE WITH CHILDREN? WHY ARE WE SPENDING HARD EARNED MONEY TO DO THIS? THIS IS COSTING US A FORTUNE TO BE MISERABLE!”
(The only major difference in these two scenarios is that on an airplane, you are surrounded by 150 other people who are judging you while you attempt to arm wrestle the toddler in a space the size of a coffin and keep him from Screaming, Crying, Wailing, or Making Too Much Noise of Any Kind. Whereas during childbirth, by all means cry and scream and wail.)
But then! You catch a glimpse of that wee tiny precious face being, well, adorable. And you totally forget how awful the whole day was. And if you’re lucky, that precious face will go to sleep so we can all recover from the Ordeal and get up to do it all over again tomorrow.