By that I mean, I bought a box of Ritz Bitz Cheese Crackers and a new toothbrush for all of us. That's just the kind of on-top-of-the-details mom I am.
Something new I noticed at Walmart today: In the frozen foods, if no one has been down that aisle recently, the lights in the freezers will be off. Then when you come down the aisle, they will switch on, just for you. It's just like walking down a Hollywood red carpet with paparazzi flashing at you, only you're at Walmart, pushing a cart with a demonized squealing wheel,
Anyway, I'm having trouble getting excited about this vacation because it's the first one where not all 5 of us be along for the ride.
Box Man, pictured above, is staying home to move boxes of tickets all week at his new job. And he will babysit Zoe.
So when I went to the store to pick up traveling necessities like snacks and ... snacks, I just got sad and put a bunch back. I picked up College Daughter's favorite cracker, Chicken in a Biscuit, and then my mind automatically went to the favorite of the next oldest kid, and then I remembered he's not going, and I just didn't care anymore.
Oh yeah, I have a third kid, too, but I just couldn't pick hers up, either. She's the one in all of the family who's closest to Box Man. They are simpatico, even though they're 3 1/2 years apart. She adores him, and he is good to her. He picked her up from youth group last night for us and took her to get a Blizzard. That's the kind of big brother he is. He brings so much joy to the family with all of his silliness; it won't be the same without him.
I assume vacations will now always be taken by part of the family or someday all of the family plus kids' spouses, but not just the 5 of us anymore. I'm not ready for that. See, here is another mom moment they don't prepare you for--the day that the family vacations as you have known them are over.
Moms of young ones: Vacations are a big hassle, I know, but enjoy them, each and every one--and for Pete's sake--it's a vacation ... give them all of the favorite snacks that they want! Goldfish crackers ground into the floor of the minivan won't matter to you at all in 10 more years, I sincerely promise.