I am never going anywhere again if it has to involve 3 younger children. If people want to see me, they are going to have to come visit me. I absolutely refuse to take these 3 children anywhere again until they:
- have quit crying everytime someone speaks to or looks at him
- have quit screaming bloody murder when having to take a shower
- have learned to swim
These 3 children have blown every chance of going on a vacation with me again. Why do they even call it vacation when it consist of a mom and small children? In all honesty, is that really a vacation? I think not. My nerves are shot, and I even hope these children even make it home tomorrow alive!