Trip

The kids and I just took a trip to Maine with some friends whose parents have a cabin on small lake. It was supposed to be a three nighter, but we came home after one night. I felt really guilty about cutting it short, as I was afraid our hosts might take it personally, but as I lay awake last night with our bigger little guy as he is crying in my arms "Timmy go home" interspersed with our littler little guy being up four times in six hours, all I could think was I can't do this by myself and decided to put myself and my family ahead of how I was afraid someone else might feel.

Really, I'm sure it would have been fine if we had ended up staying. As you can see from the pictures, the kids had a ton of fun during the day. And, perhaps I should have had the fortitude to keep going despite my intense fatigue and ill-timed migraine as it would have given Timothy some good overnighter experience. I just don't know sometimes, as a parent, when I'm supposed to comfort and when I'm supposed to teach a stiff upper lip.

I know that I can't let this make me fear overnighters (although it does) and I need to remember the pure glee in Timothy's face as he splashed in the water and had so much fun. I'm sure the longer I look at the joyful pictures from the trip, the memory of difficulties will soon fade away.