Vacations are heavenly. Vacations are heavenly when you're young. Vacations are heavenly when you don't have children.
Having children makes a vacation fun in a different sort of way -- like fun in the way that watching your favorite movie with constant interruptions is fun. You enjoy the snippets of the movie while you wipe a poopy ass. A baby's poopy ass. Not your own. Gross. This of course doesn't mean that you don't enjoy the movie -- or vacation. It means you just fuckin' deal.
And I love my children. I know I don't really have to tell you that I love my children, but I'm secretly worried that you'll think I hate my children -- and I don't. Really, I don't. I SWEAR. Jeez. What do you want me to do??! Gawd.
Yeah, anyway. We can't go on vacations very often because we're poor. Not dirt poor. Just the we-live-in-a-very-expensive-area-and-we-have-too-many-bills-and-don't-get-paid-enough kind of poor. Which really isn't poor -- it's faux poor, but whatevs.
So I've been meaning to go on a vacation. Like a big one. Like the kind where you get on a plane and fly for six hours. Like to California. That kind of vacation. And that kind of vacation, my friends, is not ideal with three children -- three older children, yes -- three children that includes a toddler -- well -- NO.
But I suppose it doesn't matter anyway, because we're faux poors. And being a faux poor means you spend your money on rent and bills and not travel.
But I really would love to go to Paris -- because being in Paris with a toddler wouldn't be so bad.
Now for some pictures of our trip to NYC last year. There was a lot of fun and ass-wiping to be had!