“Mommy, I hear we’re going abroad in the summer, just so you know.” Between changing back poop, putting up with the stretch marks in the stomach that may never recover, between trying to exercise, and wanting to make up for the hours of sleep – this is how the burly man slapped me with this shocking fact. So, in the days They were, four months ago, at the height of maternity leave. Instead of getting excited and jumping that after three years of not flying, plus one paralyzing corona, my man wants to make me happy, instead of walking between the rooms of the house, what I saw before my eyes was a million suitcases, piles of laundry, health insurances, endless Arrangements and anxieties.
But maybe that’s what was good in my case. Hasan simply presented me with a fact and it is: leaving the comfort zone. And there is nothing to do. As much as I want to believe that I am a light and flowing thief, the Polish gardens raise their heads and fight a stubborn fight against the famous “Come on let me go”. As if there is some guilty feeling that has not yet been imprisoned there in the prison of the feelings involved in motherhood and is just waiting for its release. He hopes to be deducted a third for good behavior.
Over time the anxieties went down the ladder and the anticipation and curiosity towards the countdown to the trip took shape and resonated in my heart. I told myself that every plan is a basis for changes and that’s how I proceeded. We will definitely come back. It was my anchor. The knowledge that you can withdraw from this experience. We flew to London with children. A nine year old and an eight month old and we survived it and even had fun. I’m here to say it’s something else. Write it down as a reminder in notes on your phone, in your cool wristwatch and in your useful application. Abroad with children is a different rhythm. And once you understand this, – every doubt you make is a bonus. Every activity is an extra. In my case – I forgot that the big child who turns out to be the most worrisome, is the sturdy one.
Because men are basically grown children who pass from the custody of the mother to the custody of the wife and all the women I know will agree with me at least. So between one earache from which the sturdy one suffered, and the desire to evacuate to the nearest hospital, every two days – we conducted hourly hearing tests. Until a British Pakistani doctor came to the room, who opened a local clinic for us between the kitchen and the bedroom, and determined that there are things in the body and the vaccine is allowed to complain. It also gave us a bonus of two more days in London, because it is not allowed to fly in such a condition. In the continuation of our daily cycle between poop, pee and the Holy Grail, the question of the questions “Where do you eat today?” On the way we suffered impatience from the children which included crying, shouting, dancing of a remote Hawaiian tribe in the middle of the street and rolling laughter in the subway.
There were also moments of kindness when Aili wanted to give money to a homeless man who said he was charming and polite and minutes when Uri danced with us through a carrier. On the way I realized that it was a piece of double fire test. How do we manage this quartet? And the truth is that I was pleasantly surprised. We did it with pleasure. My mother also joined in and opened a pentagon with us on some days. And thanks to her we even got a double date in the lobby (which is the next trend, I swear) with snacks from the super wine. Note to Self: Parents who accompany you on a trip, are like parents who accompany you in high school, lift you up, make you laugh, but also put your relationship to the test.
In my case, the stalwart went above and beyond and offered my mother to join in the memories of her trip after the army in Europe. It was definitely entertaining. When we thought it was less than amusing, we split into rooms. So we were definitely waiting for London. And now I’m waiting for a trip as a couple, which for me is like the big trip after the army. I also want to hear my thoughts in between. I went looking for Mochila.