Hey y'all!
The last month in the Bennett household has been in. sane. It became two words... THAT insane.
Of course, we've just been as crazy as ever. We are constantly going and doing and creating and changing things around, etc. etc. And on top of all of that, last month we got to go with my Nana to Mexico City!!!
My sweet MIL came down from Oregon for a week, and spent some time with us. Then, she stayed with our crazy lil men for the weekend so we could go.
Y'all, we were only gone for about 72 hours, but it was amazing! So much fun! We got to practice Spanish (My awesome husband got us around everywhere because I can totally pass for a Mexican, but as soon as people start talking to me, I'm clueless. :/ Definitely wanna work on that....) Anyway, we ate DELICIOUS food, Oh man, it was so good... saw a lot of cool stuff, and just had a super fun weekend in the biggest city in the world!
Look, aren't we cute?! ;)
The last month in the Bennett household has been in. sane. It became two words... THAT insane.
Of course, we've just been as crazy as ever. We are constantly going and doing and creating and changing things around, etc. etc. And on top of all of that, last month we got to go with my Nana to Mexico City!!!
My sweet MIL came down from Oregon for a week, and spent some time with us. Then, she stayed with our crazy lil men for the weekend so we could go.
Y'all, we were only gone for about 72 hours, but it was amazing! So much fun! We got to practice Spanish (My awesome husband got us around everywhere because I can totally pass for a Mexican, but as soon as people start talking to me, I'm clueless. :/ Definitely wanna work on that....) Anyway, we ate DELICIOUS food, Oh man, it was so good... saw a lot of cool stuff, and just had a super fun weekend in the biggest city in the world!
Look, aren't we cute?! ;)
We went to a CASTLE, conquered the subway system, found a panaderia! It was so great! :)
And then, we came home....
And, I had the LONGEST three weeks of my entire life.
Y'all, here's the deal: You go on a great trip, have a super fun time, and the tiny devils inside of your sweet angel children come out. They come out to haunt you like never before.
You know that 5 o'clock fit-pitching that happens? The fighting and fussing that starts up the hour or two before Daddy comes home? The kind that completely wears you out right at the end of the day? Yeah, imagine THAT for three. whole. weeks.
They were terrible. Seriously, terrible.
I guess it has to do with separation anxiety... I don't know. I mean, I am a stay-at-home mom, and I am hardly ever away from them. (Seriously, like Sunday mornings is usually about it.) We have our hard days, just like anyone else. But, honestly, there have been very few days in my life of mamahood that I would actually say my kids were terrible.
By the end of week 2, I told my husband I was ready to give our youngest two up for adoption. :/ Obviously, I didn't mean that, but girl... we were losing it fast.
This was definitely the one aspect of our trip that I did not even consider. I was worried about them while we are gone, how they would sleep, if they would do okay. I knew that we might have a day of fussy, wanting to be held and not put down by our youngest lil man. But, THREE weeks of whiny, fighting, fussy children from our 1 year old AND our 3 year old. No ma'am, I did not expect that one.
We made it through, obviously. And life seems to be back to normal. But, I'll tell y'all something, I'm not ready to leave my lil angels again any time soon, because I'm totally not ready to pay the price once I get back...
What is y'all's experience with this? Let me know in the comments below!
And, I had the LONGEST three weeks of my entire life.
Y'all, here's the deal: You go on a great trip, have a super fun time, and the tiny devils inside of your sweet angel children come out. They come out to haunt you like never before.
You know that 5 o'clock fit-pitching that happens? The fighting and fussing that starts up the hour or two before Daddy comes home? The kind that completely wears you out right at the end of the day? Yeah, imagine THAT for three. whole. weeks.
They were terrible. Seriously, terrible.
I guess it has to do with separation anxiety... I don't know. I mean, I am a stay-at-home mom, and I am hardly ever away from them. (Seriously, like Sunday mornings is usually about it.) We have our hard days, just like anyone else. But, honestly, there have been very few days in my life of mamahood that I would actually say my kids were terrible.
By the end of week 2, I told my husband I was ready to give our youngest two up for adoption. :/ Obviously, I didn't mean that, but girl... we were losing it fast.
This was definitely the one aspect of our trip that I did not even consider. I was worried about them while we are gone, how they would sleep, if they would do okay. I knew that we might have a day of fussy, wanting to be held and not put down by our youngest lil man. But, THREE weeks of whiny, fighting, fussy children from our 1 year old AND our 3 year old. No ma'am, I did not expect that one.
We made it through, obviously. And life seems to be back to normal. But, I'll tell y'all something, I'm not ready to leave my lil angels again any time soon, because I'm totally not ready to pay the price once I get back...
What is y'all's experience with this? Let me know in the comments below!