I don't usually do too much madness and much less crazy things in which my children intervene. But last week, talking with my wife about what we were going to do during Holy Week (another thing we don't do is plan things in time and if they ask us now what we plan to do in summer, we can answer: "heat ") confirmed that his plans were to remain in front of the computer for an indeterminate period of hours. For those who have not yet understood, in my house that means that it will be time to work.
After a few moments of giving thanks to all those responsible for this wonderful work conciliation that we can enjoy in this country, we went on to see how we managed to keep safe and possibly occupied, a couple of creatures whose vacations began on next Friday and that would end 10 days later.
It seems that everything was clear and what to do was going through me, and in one of those displays of "I can with you" We decided that the kids and I were going to see their grandparents. So right now I am in a movie that we could headline: Easter holidays only with your children and other risk sports.
I had something very clear and it was that before I did the breathing assisted to a cobra to spend a few hours stuck in one of the operation macroatascos left during Holy Week, we have come to turn around on occasion and that we still did not have children. So I let my parents know that they will be visited by their son and two little beasts with a few days off and a lot of energy to spend.
After 15 minutes explaining to my mother that this year Holy Week was going to be celebrated the weekend before the "official" and that yes, we were very sorry, but that there is no procession that can compensate for the martyrdom of a departure from Madrid along with three million more good children and that if he appreciated the good mental health of his son, at least the little he has left, he would accept a long weekend as a visit of his beloved grandchildren during Holy Week.
One of the advantages of your children being older is that the intention is reduced to the third part, you cannot imagine that they still go with small lactating beings and do not even talk about the small eaters of porridge which means going on vacation without diapers, baby bottles, porridge of various types, wipes, car, chair and other beads that ended up turning the trunk of your car in a Turkish bazaar. So, you just have to worry that there is enough underwear, a pajamas or two per head, something in case it rains, a pair of jerseys and several shirts and shirts and as my mother is already cured of fright with me, even if I keep trying, and I have a reputation to maintain, the selection of models is reduced to different jeans sets, yes, so that I do not complain too much the range of colors is wide.
I guess they will have realized that I packed my suitcase and before they say anything, I will tell them that I did not carry enough clothes. Although it would have been enough if the little boy had not decided to get stained with every piece of food that fell into his hands, even with the pipes he got to get stained. But a grandmother is a grandmother and it is already known that behind a great grandmother there is a magnificent washing machine and at the moment we are pulling.
D-day arrived and one makes his travel plans. Departure at that time, stop at that time to stretch your legs and arrive at such another just to eat. Serious mistake, and I should already be very clear that to leave at a certain time at home you have to have the goodwill and better to do the little ones, and it seems that that day neither of them was about to make friends with me, so After almost two hours late, having to return home because we had forgotten the bag of toys (they have 300 toys at their grandparents' house but they are never enough and they are never the ones they want at that time. I can assure you that it is still in the same place as where we left it when we arrived) and two more unplanned stops, we set off.
The great advantage that is, in terms of luggage, that of having older children becomes a disadvantage when it comes to keeping them entertained on the road and that I cannot complain too much about mine because the car for them has the great advantage of leaving them, little by little, leaving them in the arms of Morpheus. But one is a little old dog already in this of the trips (although I still do not see if it serves or not for something) and the previous night he has been preparing some CDs with music of those beings dressed in cowboy jumpsuit and red shirt that has the ability to calm the little men in my house and take their father out of their boxes when he has been listening to them for more than 20 minutes.
And so, between the Pepe burrito, the naps and a family bag of crochet we arrive at the destination all in one piece.
After the landing and boarding of the family home I could see how the speed to do things with which my children have started to move is ten times higher than what they usually have at home. The little boy has slept every day singing and staging the song "no more monkies jumping on the bed" going from 100 to zero in what it takes the last monkey to fall out of bed, to see it.
And it is at this time so bad at the same time as desired in which the little ones go to bed, and in my case I drag behind, in that much restform that you have brought loading (and occupying half the trunk of the car), As much as you try to sell the goodnesses and how cool and funny an inflatable mattress is for them alone, it will be that it does not slip, much less when they see that their father has a bed as God commands the same size for himself. So he begins his turn of reply and allegations about how fun and special it would be to sleep all three together and you can imagine the desire for a tirade that remains after one after 500 kilometers of Spanish roads. I have to admit that picking up on an aircraft-sized bed is not that bad either, but I miss when I had the cover for myself.
And the eldest, we are going to say that he is accusing the lack of organization that we have lately and he has been indomitable for a few days. For my part, I think that next time in one of these I will hire a double or directly give me a couple of hammers before releasing one of my wonderful ideas.
Conclusions: As an adventure it has been good, grandparents and grandchildren have enjoyed each other and perhaps it was because of that, or perhaps because of the excess oxygen in this area that has made my children two true Tasmanian devils who have not stopped still or with anesthesia. I must, however, remember for future occasions that more than four hours of children's songs are not good for the mental health of any living being, that I should look for and learn the odd game to perform in the car with the kids and that I don't know You can compete or try to apply discipline when there is a grandmother armed with a bag of kilo and a half of sweets.
