Travelling as a family together in a campervan for four months is a lot of fun, but needless to say, being in a tiny space with two small children can begin to… how you say? Do your ‘ed in.
So on Tuesday when I responded to A. Hotford’s umpteenth question in the last five minutes with a rather curt “How about we think our questions in our heads for a while?” I knew it was time for a break from the kids. Or was it that I knew a break was coming that I allowed the irritation to surface? Either way, it felt like jolly good timing that Mr Hotford’s parents joined us in San Fransisco for a week and took the kids for two of the nights.
Mr Hotford and I spent those two nights luxuriating in an Airbnb in the hipster cool Mission district of San Fransisco WITHOUT ANY CHILDREN!
Disclaimer: it goes without saying (and don’t all parent blogs preface or conclude with a variation of “please don’t doubt how much I love them”) that I very much love our two chickadees.
But shit, they are annoying.
To illustrate what I mean, in my last post I talked about Yosemite, and how amazing it was. And it was, but because I was listing highlights I didn’t mention that as we arrived in the beautiful valley, I was so exhausted by a two-hour journey in the van meeting demands and fielding complaints like: “Mumma, I dropped my horsie!” “Mumma, she called me a poo-poo bum!”, “Mumma, I’m hungry!”, “Mumma my pen is on the floor and I neeeeeed it now!” , “Mumma she has my sticker and it’s miiiiiine!” that I was too harassed to take in the scenery by the time we stopped to look at a waterfall on the way in.
Instead, I sat in the front seat crying tears of frustration leaving Mr. Hotford to send the girls to play on a log in the traffic island of the waterfall car park while he made lunch.
After thirty minutes of silence I started to recover. Then we walked up to the booming waterfall, got drenched and watched the kids exhilarated, and my reserves or energy and patience were restored.
Over time though, the build-up of frustration can outweigh the restoration periods, especially if you don’t have good enough wifi for multiple episodes of Peppa Pig. Or if you have a few nights in a row where they don’t go to bed until 9.30pm or later. Or both, which is more often than not the case.
So that is why I was very happy to spend two days alone with Mr Hotford doing luxurious things like walking at a fast pace, browsing in shops selling breakables, eating in restaurants at an hour when other adults eat, going to a film festival movie, lounging around, and eating and drinking these kinds of things:
It’s been two full days of sleep and headspace and quiet and really hot chilli sauce that now I can’t wait to see their little faces and hear their demands and questions.
It’s still three months until we see their other grandparents though – I doubt two days of peace will give us enough reserves to restrain tears of frustration for all that time. I think I’d better download some more Peppa Pig episodes while we have good wifi!This entry was posted in Coastal California, San Fransisco