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.
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…
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.
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.