You know how I said that the Washington, D.C. trip was monumental because my toddler was such a trooper? That she didn’t cry very much at all even though we pushed and pushed her every day out of her comfort zone? And how all that was just fantastic for a kid who often seems so rigid with her schedule at home? Welllll……yeah, that’s great and all, but here’s what I didn’t tell you.
Little Miss Trooper didn’t really fuss mostly because when she’s tired, she morphs into Little Miss Goofy McGooferton. Most normal people would begin to wind down, get really quiet and perhaps turn up the crank. But no….not her. Her energy level seems to increase the longer she’s awake. And that just doesn’t sit well for her parents who are on the normal side of things.
You see, when we’re winding down, we actually stop talking and start spacing out. But we can’t really do that when the opposite is happening with our child. We have to be even more vigilant as she bounces around like an atom on crack, darting from one parent to another, and it feels like the energy is being drained from us to feed her. When we’re slack-jawed in our stupor, she is giggling and arching her back to fall backwards, expecting to be caught by one of her overtired parents. Except we’re not always successful.
The trip did have its challenges with a hyperactive baby who would not stop singing ABC from start to finish over and over and over and over when she’s tired. Any requests otherwise were thwarted with an even louder rendition so we stopped asking and just learned to tune her out. (Sorry other D.C. folks subjected to the same torture, we really did try.)
This was the goofy kid we had to deal with while we’re enjoying our tapas. I suppose it could’ve been worse.
On the flight home, we were prepared for a meltdown because she refused to nap that day. It doesn’t happen often, but of course she would pick the one day she really needed one, especially after a morning at the National Zoo, to forego the shuteye, despite the fact that we planned our day around the all-important nap. I braced myself for the worst. Fortunately, the flight attendants were kind enough to seat us at a completely empty row right at the bulkhead, and Little Miss even had her own seat! (Yes, we’re milking the “kids under 2 fly free” right until the end because we’re
cheap economical like that.) And on the last half hour of our flight, she finally succumbed to her fatigue and fell asleep.
We are crazy about our daughter but man, for two desperately tired people exhausted from a whirlwind weekend, that was definitely our favorite part of the
How do you cope with fatigue? What about your kids? What is your family’s favorite way to vacation? Lots of running around and sightseeing or plenty of rest and relaxation? (Clearly I picked the wrong one for our girl here).