My husband and I are planning to take a small road trip with the kids soon. Sometimes when I think about it, I'm already ready to hang my head out the side of the car to escape the noise. This makes it seem like someone has a gun to my head forcing me take the trip. Which is odd since the trip is my idea. We're taking the newest 4 year old to Sea World for her recent birthday. Our 18 month old is sort of along for the ride. I pray he's passed out in his car seat along for the ride but we'll see.
The actual car ride isn't the part that worries me. Staying in a hotel is my concern. Specifically, our 18 month old screaming his head off at bedtime, other hotel guests complaining and the manager showing up at our door telling us to shut him up.
The newest 4 year old has never stayed in a hotel. Or at least, she's never stayed in one without sleeping in a car carrier. I feel certain the hotel room will be endlessly entertaining for her. The ice machine alone will impress her. Shamu's likely to make her head explode.
Last night my husband laughed in my face when I suggested we get a nice 4 star hotel off Priceline. Even he thinks there will be mucho screaming. And one hotel we looked at had fancy schmancy glass top coffee tables we feel certain our kids could either break or impale themselves on. Or both.
My husband is normally the optimist when it comes to traveling with the kids. When I predict doom and gloom he calmly assures me everything will be fine and we'll just shove Chicken McNuggets at anyone that cries. It concerns me that the optimist is talking about driving straight home after Sea World to avoid the hotel. I told him about the big wholesome family fun we're going to have. It's practically a vacation. Except shorter. And significantly less relaxing. But fun. Big fun! With hotel beds to jump on! It'll be great. I just know it.