What We Fight About When We Fight On Vacation

by farrah on July 27, 2014 · 17 comments

We’re home! We got back Saturday night after being in the car for 10 hours. My goodness this trip to Dordogne was fantastic and I have some thorough post ideas coming up when I’m back to normal in about a week. Today I just wanted to jot down our experience with the boys this trip and the absolutely insane things that they fought about while we were away.

This was the first real vacation we’ve taken that I feel the boys were all on the same page. They like the same stuff, no one’s the ‘baby’ in a stroller (no stroller!), they can wear the same clothes- and they ABSOLUTELY all love to argue. Hence, this 20 hour round trip pilgrimage  provided my husband and I with some very, very interesting things to ponder.

The minion

Holy crap my friends. This is the most ridiculous thing I can even attempt to explain. I mean, my brain just hurts trying to grasp the absolute insanity over the ‘problem’. Picture this: we’re driving down a limestone cliff lined road. The scenery is beautiful and we’ve just spent a day out doing something (mostly) fun for all of us. As we near our b&b, the argument picks up over WHOSE SIDE OF THE CAR IS THE MINION ON?!

The ‘minion’ being one of those cute yellow things from the Despicable Me movies. For whatever reason, there is a giant one in a field made out of hay bales near Le Chevrefuille. When we would leave for the day the minion is on the left side of the car, so obviously he is on the right returning at the end of the day. Our car holds 3 car seats side by side. They’re pretty squished. Everyone can see everything from the car. It is pointless to argue but I think you know logic is futile.

Solution? The second to last night I had had enough. I took a bold step and said ‘Screw it. We’re going to ALL SEE THE MINION’. We exited the car on the side of the road by the minion. I ignored the caution sign indicating an electric fence and pushed each child underneath so they could trespass and I could get their photo standing next to him, somewhat underwhelmed now that we were seeing him up close. But I did it- I got the photo and we no longer complained about which side he would be on. No idea why this solves the argument, it just does.

The biggest one time meltdown award goes to…

cTo punish me he refused to smile on the ducks.

On our last full day we went to the pretty town of Sarlat. It was exactly what you think about when you think about an old, gorgeous cobbely street in the south of France. I remember that the boys were in a bit of a mood as we left in the morning, but I hoped it would pass. Alas, they got up too early after being up too late and we were the ones to pay the price. L was in a mood, but thankfully he dozed en route. Once we arrived it was C’s turn to freak the flip out and that he did.

We went to the tourist office first thing and he demanded some giant plastic T-Rex toy that we refused to buy him. His response was to yell, wail, scream and cry to the point of hyperventilation the entire time. Oh yes. He did it for the entire 2 hours we  spent in the city. It was so bad that we didn’t even attempt to stop and have lunch since I didn’t want to inflict his shrieking on other people while they ate. We eventually left, and he calmed down on the ride- we stopped at a cliffside restaurant where his switch was flipped and once again he was a happy cherub. Three year olds, man.

So anyhow. This is a short 2 minute video of Sarlat. See those narrow walkways? Yeah. Loud, shrieking children really bring it to a whole new level here.

Thus, once again we have a family story to laugh about someday. I just want to assure you that although yes, we might have floated down the Dordogne river in a pirate ship beneath chateaus, or strolled by numerous fois gras farms & village markets- WE WERE STILL WITH TWO THREES AND A FIVE. Maybe every other family traveler out there has perfect kids- but I don’t. And that’s ok.

doorWho cares if you’re smiling? This is a pretty doorway in Sarlat.

They whine and make demands and are stubborn and crazy. But that’s part of the package. We’re teaching them how to be travelers. They have to learn, and although yes it’s totally exhausting- I still wouldn’t NOT go just because of them. We’re probably nuts because every trip we think it will all be new again- but it’s not. Truthfully though? I think I’d take the sporadic tantrum over a kid buried in his cell phone any day.

This all said, I am heading to Ibiza on Monday with just my husband. And yes, I am happy they will not be joining us. So there’s that.



{ 16 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Shannon July 27, 2014 at 3:36 pm

We are on our way back from a week’s vacation in NYC. While the 12+ hours in the car hasn’t been bad with the movies going non-stop, time in the city was another matter. What do my twins fight about? Who holds mommy’s hand, who sits next to mommy, who sits on mommy’s lap on the subway, who shares the bed with mommy. My husband has been thrilled!


2 farrah July 27, 2014 at 6:36 pm

HAHAH! Oh those are the best. And what’s so funny is that you’ll be like- I know I should enjoy this as it’s short lived! Our DVD player here stinks- it adds to the car ride lack of fun 🙂


3 Gayla July 27, 2014 at 7:13 pm

We have our own Sarlat story, but not with kids. Haha! Must be the energy there 😉
I’m inspired by you guys for being adventurous and daring enough to travel with the little ones in tow. They’ll thank you for it someday. Enjoy Ibiza. I look forward to hearing about it 🙂


4 farrah August 7, 2014 at 12:55 pm

Ok, so now I’m curious!


5 Shannon July 28, 2014 at 12:31 am

That’s so funny that you say that, Farrah! Just tonight, my husband said I needed to stop feeding into our sons “mamas boy” image. I said, one day they won’t want to talk to us, so I’m living it up while I can!


6 farrah August 7, 2014 at 12:56 pm

I think that every.day. I really do. Even when it’s like OMG enough! I know how fast time flies, so I try, really I do 🙂


7 Jessica July 28, 2014 at 2:38 am

I laughed… and I have been there.


8 farrah August 7, 2014 at 12:56 pm

Seriously- what can you do but laugh about it later?!?!?! 🙂


9 Leslie H (tripswithtykes) July 28, 2014 at 6:41 pm

At moments like this, sometimes I think parents who travel are gluttons for punishment. But it really is wonderful most of the time if you can hang in through the rough moments!


10 farrah August 7, 2014 at 12:57 pm

We must be! I mean, what other kind of situation would we put ourselves through this- and THEN it’s like, maybe next time it will be better… or better yet- down the road it’s like, oh, it wasn’t THAT bad- let’s go to…. Sort of like ‘hey, a puppy would be great, right?’ lol!


11 Julia July 29, 2014 at 10:29 am

Oh 3 year olds, don’t you love how they can just flip and switch and turn the tantrum on or off but no matter your best efforts you can’t figure out how to make them stop. Love the story about the Minion. It’s funny even though this post did not make traveling with kids sound wonderful it made me want to travel with Jack some more.


12 farrah August 7, 2014 at 12:58 pm

🙂 I still wouldn’t trade it for anything- but let me tell you- the past week or so without them was, uh, kinda nice 🙂


13 Chamisa July 29, 2014 at 11:15 am

Oh my, these are excellent tales to laugh at later. I thankfully only have one in the howl-as-long-as-humanly-possible phase, but they are far from perfect (which usually makes for more interesting travels..). Welcome back!


14 farrah August 7, 2014 at 12:58 pm

At last I’m back! Interesting travels makes character, right??


15 SJ @ Chasing the Donkey July 30, 2014 at 9:16 pm

Yikes! That’s a lotta screaming. They’ll owe you big time in a few years when they read this. Enjoy the 1:1 hubs time xx


16 farrah August 7, 2014 at 12:59 pm

Just wait girlfriend. Travel with V will never be as easy as it is now- it gets worse AND better at the same time, which is so weird.


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