A Mom’s Diary on Vacation: the end is here
A Mom’s Diary on Vacation: the end is here.
The morning I get to go to Magnolia Farms.
I’ve been praying to even catch a glimpse of them because I know instantly the minute they see me we will be bff’s. Because I am not weird at all. I start off the morning with a skip in my step. I am the first one up, loudly getting ready in the hotel room trying to wake everyone (when does this happen? ) We make it downstairs for breakfast which my kids absolutely love breakfast at hotels. There are so many choices. And waffles. Oh the waffles. Well this fancy-smancy hotel had a waffle the shape of Texas. That’s one thing I admire about Texas, they are absolutely proud of where they come from. This hotel had two types of batter, Strawberry and Regular. It’s the small things. Well, the second born has an attitude today, shocker, so he absolutely has it out with his dad about the fact that Dad put strawberry syrup on the strawberry waffle.
Ya’ll, the wrath of Dad is coming. I quickly gather the other 3 children upstairs while Dad deals with this… in the hotel breakfast area. ( I have to say, this did work to my advantage. You know Moms how it is, we don’t waste food-well I could not let that Texas strawberry waffle with strawberry syrup go to waste. Yummy.) 5 minutes later he appears happy, with a doughnut. I’m not entirely sure what was said, but let me tell you, when he started that smart mouth up again it took one look by Dad in the rear view mirror and it was done with.
Praise the Lord.
We make it to Magnolia Farms and I am beside myself. I literally am like a school-girl excited! We let the kids play on the lawn, it really is perfect for kids. Only a couple meltdowns-literally. (one involving these blocks you see here…where my 5 year old kicked it in a temper tantrum…right next to the police officer standing guard a few feet away. Nice.)
One problem: it was so hot. It was so hot my makeup was melting. Ya’ll, I really thought I could live in Texas but no way. I’m too sweet, I’d melt. :P (Please note sarcasm here)
So we make our way to the shop: Picture Black Friday in an over-sized Kirkland’s, in a barn. That’s what I’m dealing with here. With 4 children. Praise the Lord for a husband who knew this was my happy place and herded the children outside… in the blazing heat, and bribed them with drinks.
I purchase my goodies. We let the children wander around some while the hubby purchases a few goodies for his Mom.
To my dismay and complete sadness I did not meet the Gaines’ nor did we become best friends for life. This is something I must overcome. But you know the saying: Time heals all wounds.
We make a couple other tourist stops and end up at the Dr. Pepper museum. I have to say, the fountain shop was some of the best I’ve ever had in my life. John and I had vanilla ice cream with whipped cream and Dr. Pepper syrup on it. Ya’ll, it may sound weird. It literally was Heaven on Earth.
It is time to start making our way back to home. I’m pushing for doing it all in one day, but it was just not meant to be. We stopped in Dallas at the previous owner of our business and had a great visit with them.
It was a treat. His wife and daughter spoiled the kids. They had fruit, ice water, juice, nuts, cheese. This is the healthiest my kids have eaten all week. I let them play in their back yard. An oasis in the middle of Dallas. Crazy. She definitely has a green thumb. My girls really thought it was great. The flowers were so pretty. So pretty that they had to pick them and put behind their ears. And then stomp on as they are running on the rock paths. Of course, the boys had some insightful discussions with them: death, death of animals, Bible history, death of chickens, and poop. Seriously.
It is now time to keep trekking and we make it to an Olive Garden. I think that my two year old is Italian After 6 days she eats spaghetti. Bless. I was beginning to wonder.
We only make it a couple more hours then stop at Texarcana again for a night’s rest. And we are up and at it the next day just clocking off the miles. I’m done, the kids are done, hubs is done. We get home in the afternoon and I see my oldest son lying in the hallway saying how thankful he is to be home.
You and me both buddy.
So, here’s what I have learned from our vacation:
- Provide stops along the way that involve the kids moving around.
- Take lots of snacks.
- Don’t let your kids step on fire ant hills.
- Banana Boat sunscreen does not work on our family.
- Hanger-it’s real. Feed them often.
- The girls will never share a bed.
- Make sure pools work at hotels.
- Go with the flow-it’s like a mission trip-you have to be fluid.
- Enjoy every step of the way.
- Pray pray pray no one kills each other.
- Be thankful for the time you have.
One thing for sure:
There’s no place like home.
Mess to Blessed:
17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
Next week, I’m so excited to be sharing some things going on in my life and life on the farm 🙂 Make sure and sign up so you don’t miss anything!!! If you missed them, make sure and check out more from our vacation A Mom’s Diary on Vacation: Day 1.