Yesterday, I took the kids to my dad’s house and we went swimming at a pool near his house. Just leaving the house for the afternoon with a 1 year old requires packing. Add in potential swimming and I start to wonder how much I really want to go. Because I’m lazy. And I forget things. And I don’t understand how the rest of the world travels all over the place with small children because mine are just so much work outside the confines of our house. Technically they’re a lot of work within the confines of our home, too. But we own the walls in this place so if they scribble on them we don’t owe anyone anything.
Among the more high maintenance elements of traveling with my children is all the close monitoring they require. My dad’s house has stairs. They’re like baby catnip or something. Going up seems to be the real attraction. My dad solves this problem by sitting at the bottom of the stairs reading National Geographic for an hour. I’ve been a parent long enough to immediately categorize that as a short term solution. For example, what about when you need to go to the bathroom? I prefer to drag an end table over and create a blockade. I even shove some pillows in the little gap that’s left so nobody gets any bright ideas. I’m not saying it’s an impenetrable fortress. But if it gives me some lead time to flush the toilet, then it’s what I like to call, “Good enough.”
Coming home requires packing too. Doing the little once over checking for random items. Especially sippy cups. Under the couch. Behind a chair. Right in front of my nose. I wish they would invent a sippy cup attachment that lets you clap to find them. I discovered one the other day in the bottom of a hamper full of solidified milk. If they can invent battery operated crap to stick to food containers to tell you how old it is, the disappearing sippy cup phenomenon seems easy to fix.
And since we’re on the subject of sippy cups, why do the sippy cup makers not sell extra lids? I guess because they know I’ll just buy more cups to get the lids. But I don’t want the cups. All I want are the lids. I realize that they’ve got me between a rock and a hard place. I get that I’m at their mercy. So can’t they just hike the price of the replacement lids and be done with it already. My cabinets can’t hold anymore sippy cups. They’re falling out of the cabinet at us as it is. Lids, people. Lids. Get with it.