Tomorrow we will attempt to take our three year old and nine month old to San Antonio for two fun-filled days of Riverwalking and Sea World. I cannot believe how much we have packed to prepare us for two nights in a hotel. It's like we're going camping....on the moon.
Traveling with a baby is just stupid. I'm taking a whole can of formula b/c I fear running out as well as 35 diapers because, again, I fear running out and Jake's bottom becoming cemented in poop! Like they don't have baby supplies in San Antonio?! I also invested in one of those bottles with the disposable bags so I won't have to wash bottles in the bathroom sink. Seems like a good idea, but I bought the wrong size bags so now I have to take some regular bottles along, too. No way am I going back to the store for more crap to take on this trip.
Each of us has a bag, plus there's a snack bag, a toy bag, my giant purse, a bassinet, my laptop, and a giant quilt. It's insane. I tried to shove Jake's baby stuff in one of the bags I was already taking but my nutso husband gave me a frowning because the bag had pink on it. Really? I had to dig out a blue bag to satisfy my testosterone laden husband's concerns that a girly bag would damage Jake the baby.
Samantha seemed excited about the trip till I asked her to bring some nightgowns for her suitcase then she became very concerned about us sleeping at Sea World and by concerned I mean she started crying about it and by crying I mean melting down. I assured her we would not sleep with the killer whales. She continued to meltdown so I left the room planning to consume a nice margarita at our first lunch stop.
As I type this I sit on my bed with two snoring children snuggled against me and wonder why we thought this trip was a good idea and will I be getting any sleep over the next two days?
A few others things I'm contemplating:
What if we get splashed by a whale and get that bacteria stuff that makes you sick?
What if I get another bad case of thigh burn (though, I'm taking my baby powder for lubrication)?
What if I'm attacked by a dolphin?
What if what we think is a nice hotel is infested with hookers and crack heads?
What if one of these rug rats pukes on me just as we get to Sea World?
What if Jake refuses to sleep in his bassinet?
What if I push husband into the killer whale tank in a fit of rage for....I don't know, but I'm sure he'll do something wrong!
What if.....we really do have to sleep at Sea World?!!!
Oh, well, I'm sure we'll make it back with no casualties. I mean, it's just a four hour car ride and two nights away from home. How bad could it be? Don't answer that.