hawaiianturtle Mon 20-Jan-20 06:08:07
mathanxiety is that a joke?
No, not at all.
Even as a mother of several small children my life lost 99% of its spontaneity. My days revolved around naptime and mealtimes and the school runs. A trip to the supermarket had to be take place in the brief window between DC's breakfast/ poop and lunchtime. After lunch came naptime, and after that came the school run, followed by various things that had to be done in the afternoon (homework, getting dinner together, getting someone to an after school activity, whatever). If I wanted to get some exercise for an hour, that time had to be negotiated with my now exH. If I didn't get a shower before he left in the morning I often couldn't get that done until naptime.
We went on holidays to places no more than five hours from home that the DCs would enjoy and that we would also be able to relax and have a little fun at - beaches for the most part, though exH once rented a cabin by a lake that had a little jetty that DD3 couldn't keep away from. While away, we took trips to zoos and petting zoos and played mini golf, went on hay rides. We bought ice cream in the afternoons. We kept our expectations reasonable and most of the time planned holidays that were far more child-friendly than adult-oriented.
Sometimes we went on holiday with exMIL who unfortunately liked the mountains, where you couldn't let children out to run around outside a rented house because of bears or snakes or sheer drops or open bodies of water (Colorado and Wyoming in summer). She once rented a house for an extended family holiday that had three storeys and no stairgates. It was the most gorgeous house I had ever been in but completely unsuitable for toddlers. The trip to get there was also unsuitable for toddlers - two full days in a carseat, but heyho.
When you don't have small children you can stick a pin in a map and go there, spend all evening sipping margaritas on a deck looking at a glorious mountain sunset, get up at 9am the next day, hop into the car and go exploring some trail for six hours. The parents of babies and small children on that particular trip spent a lot of time keeping their offspring from killing themselves.