If you looked up the word procrastinator in the dictionary, I am pretty sure that you would find my picture next to it. I am sure most of you are questioning how is it possible that a mom of soon to be 5 tiny humans procrastinates with anything? Well I like to look at from the prospective that I perform best under pressure, therefore I create that pressure by waiting until the last minute to do everything.

So it is no surprise that I waited until the morning we were leaving to go on a 7 day vacation to start packing for everyone. How exactly do you prepare for a 7 day vacation the morning of with 1 year old twins and a 2 year old tiny human running around? Simple, you embrace the chaos. You pull them away from playing I’m the toilet one twin at a time. You place each folded shirt in the suitcase 3 times before giving up and telling yourself, “you can iron it when you get there.” **Just a tip for large families, use Airbnb and stay somewhere with a washer and dryer so you don’t have to pack as much.

After 4 1/2 short hours we finally had the car packed up and ready to go. The ride to Austin was a smooth one, and we had plans to meet up with a friend of mine that I had traveled with before John and I got married. We arrived at dinner, and the twins were in full force. We started out with high chairs, but anyone that has children knows those buckels are pointless and screaming children are no fun to be around. Being that it was a “free range/organic style” menu, we opted to try that same method out with our kids and allow them to roam freely. Now I have noticed that there are typically 2 types of children; those that stay close, don’t let mom or dad out of their sight, and refuse to make eye contact with any person that doesn’t resemble someone they know, and those that wander around completely oblivious to the location of mom and dad and make friends with every stranger they meet. It is safe to say that Jettie, Erin, and Timothy are all of the latter type. With every bite I took, I seemed to work off twice as many calories chasing the kids down.The guacamole at the table quickly became the medium while Timothy and Erin became the canvases. It was impossible to carry on a simple conversation with my friend without the interruption of a child in some form or fashion.

Even though took me twice as long to pack, I will probably wait until the last minute to pack for the next vacation. And even though I will always feel a little guilty committing to dinner with someone when I have all of the kids, they are a part of who I am. I know that one day the kids will no longer play in toilets or take each other’s diapers off, and they won’t need their mommy to pack their suitcase. They won’t smear guacamole on each other’s faces forever, and I remind myself to simply embrace the chaos!

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