Why do we travel with kids? Is it because we like the torture? Or do we crave the change of scenery so much that we put up with the inevitable difficulties that traveling with toddlers brings along with it. Or are we just not used to jet setting with little ones (others do it all the time, right?)

So we ventured to Montreal last weekend - we took Friday off, had a leisurely breakfast at home, packed up the car with stroller, our suitcase, M's pink suitcase, camera bag and a collection of dolls, cars, books and snacks. The drive went off without a hitch, one stop and we arrived at our nice hotel right in the midst of old Montreal.
Now what? We meet up with our friends and their toddler twins...wow, the rooms is getting crazy now! We face the challenges of kids on different schedules, feeding times, bath times, bed times etc. and after a nice day of walking around (and M cutting her foot on a shard of glass) we are ready to settle the kids in for the night.
And here is where the torture starts. Laughing, giggling, crying, pulling at sheets, picking up the phone, poking his sister, hitting her brother, another story, another song...who thought putting the two to sleep in the same room would be such a task? Two hours after bed time they are finally sleeping!
Our first evening of socializing with adults is shot...we head to bed exhausted and end up having our son sleep with us in our bed. Funny how we spend a fortune on a beautiful suite and our daughter is the one lounging in the Queen size bed with multiple pillows and covers while we end up on the pull out couch, a metal bar in our backs and feet hanging out over the edge (note - I am only 5 foot 4!)
Next day we are ready to go...Metro is a grand success with our kids, they love it! Biodome is closed because of strike! oh no! what do do. Caleche ride through the old down, build a teddy bear, finding of food, walks and the day has passed quite successfully. So tired though!


This time we put our kids to sleep in different rooms! Much better. We actually have a nice evening with our friends eating some Thai food in the room next door. Still not an exiting evening out, but an adult conversation, albeit a little influenced by alcohol for some of them.
Next day, we say our goodbyes and head to the Montreal children's museum...they love it! The drive back home goes off without a hitch and we are all glad to be home.
So, was it worth the trouble, bad bed, money, fits and packing? If I think really hard - Yes it was. Overall there was more good than bad and ugly and we changed our routine and ventured out of the city - what a feat! I am just amazed how the world travelers have turned to non-travelers in such a short time!
Now - the next one will be further away. Two weeks to go and I can't wait for the beach! I don't care how hard they'll make it - the smell of ocean will be worth it, right? (I'll keep you posted :))
Fishly