Monday, May 9th
Welp. Sleep is always a pleasure for us. Derek woke up after about 2hrs with a severe headache that slowly turned into him puking his old man guts up. Altitude sickness is not a joke, apparently. I overpack, but only for the kids I guess, because he was downing children’s tylenol at 3am to try and alleviate some of his symptoms. This does not mean that the rest of the night was incident free. Oh, no. The little Goose has no concept of how to sleep in a bed that’s not hers. So, she’s up every gd hour until I give up and take her into bed. Wherein she proceeds to wake every gd hour anyway, but at least now she’s also begging for milk. She finally falls asleep right as the big two rise, just in time for it to not even be dawn.
She’s up within the hour and we let the big guy sleep as we make our way to the grocery store to stock up. I shouldn’t have been driving. It was so distracting! I was having a really hard time not just staring at the mountains coming out from the early morning fog and snow. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. I used to spend two weeks every year in the rockies until I was 11. I hadn’t realized how much being back here would make my heart feel settled. So, after the kids suckering me into a cart full of cheetos and swedish fish we make our way back so we can explore outside. But, no. LIttle critters have to eat. I call to the resort restaurant, asking if we can do take out as we’re still not doing anything without masks and am told that they’ll happily put us in a private dining room because no one else is at the resort because no one else goes to the mountains when it’s too warm to ski and too cold to do much else. This makes me really happy. I won’t be doing dishes. The kids will not be bitching about my cooking. Win.
After food we drop Derek off for his massage and head back to the house to explore! Kids refuse. Outright, tantrum, refuse. There are toys. In a new space. This is better than mountains and evergreens. I don’t have the energy to fight three of them. We’ll wait for dad, and I’ll make him do the dirty work.
Turns out you can get them on pony rides like three times a day. These are things you learn when you follow that link they’ve been emailing you for a month. That got three butts outside pretty damn fast. Well, for three tiny butts-we were outta there 30 min later. Dad was ready to join us so off to gawk at the stables while we wait for our rides. They explain that it’s guided and ask if Goose will be able to sit by herself. Fuck if I know, but let’s find out. I say, “Yup” and plan to catch her as she slides off. But she’s a strong little tyke and has zero issues. Even tells us when her foot slips the stirrup. I never get tired of being surprised by my kids. The other two are like blissed out. They’re calm and focused and still really engaged. We may NEED to get horses now. It’s for the children.
Derek and I are trading off kid duties this trip. It’s now my time to have ANOTHER massage. Because, y’alI, I really like them. But my brain does not. I try so stupid hard to relax, let my mind relax alongside my body. But I find them so awkward. Like, what kind of small talk is appropriate? They ask about injuries, but do they really want to hear about your funky knee you fell on when you were 13? You decide no. In fact, I usually spend the entire massage trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. Is this pressure good? The answer is always yes. Any areas to focus on? No! You do you. And here’s a sample of my super relaxed brain: did you buy too many eggs? Do we really need that many? What do you do with extra eggs? You’re wasteful. Are you still a good person? What does good really even mean? Are you instilling these values in your children? Sara. Sara can have the extra eggs. I love massages.
I find my family afterwards and the kids are having the absolute best time. Hitting a snowbank with sticks. This keeps them entertained for well over two hours. I read a book. Kidding. I do laundry. We’re out of diapers but we’re still working on consistently putting pee in the toilet, so. Lots of laundry. Without a washer/dryer. I am kinda like a pioneer woman. We eat. We eat a lot. We take an evening constitutional. We eat some more. And finally bed. We’ll see who sleeps.
Travels with Larson and Co 