Travel with Kids.
I am sitting on my flight from MKE to SFO…I smell like pee. My four year old promptly feel asleep right after take off. I asked him to please not pee, but he did. So, his pants are drying the floor, his underwear are wrapped in paper towels at my feet, as he sits bottomless in one of my beautiful wraps and I smell like pee. Awesome. It actually makes me chuckle. This is just sort of how we roll.
I grew up in Waukesha, a suburb outside of Milwaukee. My parents and brother and his girlfriend still live in the area, so I try to take one, two or all three of the kids out for a visit at least once a year. We laugh at the accents…and I laugh at myself as I easily fall back into the “oh, don’t ya know”.
We arrived on a Thursday afternoon in late June and that evening I taught a super fun Move Your Asana® Fitness•Yoga class at the Lululemon shop in downtown Milwaukee. Friday I hung out with my boys at we did an awesome park-our workout. Check out this funny video. We did 5 circuits and then a bunch of fun drills (and I was sore on Saturday!!!). We were all sweat and smiles. Rad.
My mom was diagnosed with MDS shittyness last June. What is MDS? Cancer sucks. She has been going thru chemo, had a transplant and is going thru more chemo now. It was nice for her to get to hang out with her grandkids. She is the best. Just getting to chat and chill was really nice. That was the main reason for the visit. Just together time. Sitting on the couch or the floor or the counter laughing and then talking about real stuff. This is a whole separate blog post…
This year my daughter was old enough to want to go to sleep away camp. Awesome for her, and me. I was a counselor at Camp Birch Knoll in the Great Northern Wisconsin Woods the summer after my second year at UW-Madison (Go Bucky!). Camp Birch Knoll She flew across country solo and my parents took her to camp for her first week. Camp Birch Knoll is an AWESOME all girls camp. If you have a daughter, you should consider sending her. The Saturday of our visist, I handed my two boys off to my mom, dad, uncle and auntie and drove 4.5 hours up to CBK. I listened to the EL James book GREY (50 Shades from Christian’s point of view) the ENTIRE drive there and most of the way back. I know, super cheesy, major queso—-but totally fun…and it kept me awake. My daughter showed me all of the cool stuff around camp that she loved and I was flooded with fond memories. My butt was broken from sitting for so long and my torn hamstring attachment was not happy, so I opted for a 60 minute power walk, planks and neutral spine abdominal work the moment we landed back at my parents house in North Prairie. Continuing to listen to my 18 hour book along the way…then I ordered a grey tie on Amazon. (Just kidding.)
Aunti and Uncle kept the boys with them in Milwaukee Saturday…and good thing. My oldest boy ended up with Norovirus and puked ALL over the place in the middle of the night. OMG. My brother, who is inching towards 50 and doesn’t have kids of his own…cleaning up my kids disaster…all night long. eek. Life lessons I guess. I got the word of my kids vomit-spectular-evening mid TRX workout on Sunday morning. I cut it short, got my daughter ready to go back for 3 more weeks of sleep-away camp (word!) and headed to Milwaukee to help with the cleanup. I picked up a few hazmat suits and entered the quarantined area. 7 year old asleep in the middle of the floor and 4 year old racked out in a bed and older brother completely wiped out. Then, my sick kid totally goes into weird delirious mode – in a strange sleep awake stake – living out the crazy dream he is having with eyes wide open but seeing nothing. (I’m not an MD, but sometimes I play one on TV. Dehydration combined with fever would be my guess…or a serious creeper invading his body. After 15 minutes, I was considering holy water.) That passed and two hours later he popped up and was totally fine. Alrighty then.
Round two for transportation to the Great North Woods for the daughter. I put her on the bus this time. I needed a break from Christian. We met the bus at a local Starbucks. There was a homeless man outside trying to pool together money for coffee and food. We ended up in line behind him and I bought him a bunch of food and coffee. He was super nice and we clinked coffee cups. I told my kids that if they are ever given the opportunity to buy someone a meal or shoes or a jacket, someone who needs it, they should absolutely do it. Its the right thing to do. Never mind the people rolling their eyes in line behind me. Let them live in their own reality and I will live in mine…where you try your best everyday, don’t make judgements, speak the truth and don’t take things personally. Those are good rules and values. I am doing my best to instill them in my kids. Anywho, off Mason Leigh rode and we back home to hang out with Nonee and Popee and chill. Park, adventures, legos, giant bubble tub, nap, solid Move Your Asana® Fitness•Yoga workout (where I kicked my own asana and listened to music instead of Mr. Grey, gasp), dinner with the family, bike ride, races in the grass, rides in the Cobra and sitting on the couch talking. It was a good day. We stayed back at my brother’s house that night. And, at 2am – barf splat splat – spaghetti all over the bed from the 4 year old. OMG. THIS is why I work out. So that in moments like this I can respond with the quickness and agility of a cheetah. I also have those crazy, bat-like ears, like most moms do, that hear everything. I was out of my bed, into the next room and had my 4 year old over the toilet before hurl #2 started to bubble. And I did it like a crazy ninja with not a noise. AWESOME. Spaghetti puke is gross. Bed stripped and in the wash, kid cleaned up and feeling ok and we went to sleep on the couches with a bucket next to us. No more puke…and no more sleep for me. Such is the life of a ninja mom.
It was time to head back to CA . All packed and ready to go. Ding. 10:30am flight delayed to 1:45pm. Ok. Boys are psyched…they head to play Halo. Me work. 12pm we Uber it to MKE. I think we had the ultimate hipster driver. Cereal. Um, and he didn’t help me with my 5 bags. Sorry, I don’t tip for the F of it. Inside to the gate…ding flight delayed to 2:10pm. Lame. We headed for lunch when ding…flight delayed to 3:30pm. Hey-Zeus. So now, finally en route, here we sit. I smell like pee, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. What an awesome trip we had. We didn’t “do” much “stuff”…but we got to hang out a ton and talk and laugh and puke and pee. Collecting moments, not stuff. I think that is what this is all about. You don’t have to “do” “stuff” to collect moments. You can have a crazy workout session with your kids at the park and then make a silly video and laugh so hard at it you cry. And, you can just sit on the couch with your mom and talk. And you can clean up puke and sit in pee. This is the “stuff” that makes lasting memories.