I’m having a Bad Mommy Day. I just can't seem to get it together and be the parent I would like to delude myself into thinking that I am. It probably doesn’t help that we are on day 5 of a 16-day trip and we are all already tiring of hotel living. We decided to accompany Dear Hubby on a work-related venture . . . sounded like a good idea at the time . . . but now that we are here and DH is gone 12 hours a day . . . yeah, maybe not such a great plan.
We are staying in a fabulous little apartment overlooking a quaint pedestrian area in a small town in Germany. Sounds picturesque, eh? Easy walking to numerous shops and cafes, fountains, wide open spaces for running and playing, trails for meandering, ice cream place right across the street . . . and we are bored beyond belief. By myself I would be reveling in this . . . plenty of time to write, coffee out every morning, people watching, plenty of time for exercise, hanging out with hubby every evening . . . but traveling with a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old brings a whole new perspective. I can’t convince them to sit at an outside cafe with me for more than 10 minutes, and even the park seems lame after a while. They are going stir crazy in the apartment; the DVD player is broken, there are multiple things in here that are decidedly not kid friendly I keep having to steer them away from, and arts and crafts time gets pretty damn boring after a while. I feel like I keep snapping at them for things that aren’t their fault, and that I can’t figure out how to entertain them. I’m not behaving like the mature, responsible adult I want them to witness. I’m not putting in an effort to make things fun for them or to present this time as an adventure . . . I’m as bored as they are, and I am counting down the hours to when DH gets home. I am not usually this impatient, unimaginative, or blah . . . I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I have no idea where I am going with this post, except that I needed to take a Me Break and vent for a few moments. Done.