Two duffel bags. One diaper bag. One bag of diapers. One Moby wrap. One Ergo. One car seat. One stroller. Eight burp cloths. One Boppy. Apparently, this is what it takes for a family of three to go away for one night. We looked like a total circus when we showed up at the Bodega Bay Lodge for our “romantic” anniversary getaway.
Friends, I’m about to get real. Traveling with an infant is no joke. It’s serious business. And, well, had I known how serious it was prior to booking our trip, I probably would have made different plans. Don’t get me wrong—we had a nice time, but, it wasn’t the same as our typical anniversary getaways. Duh Ashlee, you have a baby now! Well, yes, I know, but part of me thought it would still be a sweet, semi-romantic, semi-relaxing trip. Aaaaaannnnd, that didn’t exactly turn out to be the case. I mean, how relaxed can you be when your baby wakes up at 5:00am and refuses to go back to sleep, causing you to leave the hotel immediately to avoid making your neighbors angry, and then, as it turns out, the entire town of Bodega Bay doesn’t open until 8:00am so you’re stuck driving around aimlessly while your baby finally decides to fall asleep again in the backseat? Not very relaxed I tell you. Not. Very. Relaxed.
We returned from our mini-vacation totally exhausted, and, well, in need of another vacation. The moral of the story (and my advice to all you future parents and new parents) is this: don’t try to plan romantic weekend getaways with your almost three-month-old baby. The luggage, the long car trip, and the lack of sleep in a cozy hotel bed (torture!) is really not worth it. Send the baby to Grandma’s house, get a couples massage, and enjoy a really nice dinner. It would be a much better use of your time and money.
*steps down from soap box*
All in all, the weekend wasn’t a total bust. We watched the Olympics and took Everett on his first hike and first trip to the beach. We also made valuable use of our car time (while Ev was sleeping) and talked about our hopes and dreams for the next five years. While it wasn’t the most romantic weekend in the history of Brett and Ashlee anniversary trips, it was our first little trip as a family of three and I’m happy to report that we survived. But next year? Everett’s going to Grandma’s house. For sure.
Mommas – have you mastered the art of traveling with an infant? We are taking Everett to Hawaii this November and I need all the tips I can get. Help!
p.s. I hate that this post about our anniversary contained so much whining, but I’m too lazy to write something different, so, here are a few mushy posts in case you’re in the mood for something mushy:
an open letter to my husband on our five year anniversary
heartache
how I know Brett will be a good dad
when I first understood the meaning of love
