Welcome to the Edinburgh Edition of You Know You’re Traveling with Kids! Here goes.
You know you’re traveling with kids when:
- They complain every time we leave the hotel because they’d rather keep playing in the room.
- They beg to go back to the hotel every five minutes while sight seeing.
- The taxi ride is the high point of their day.
- They sleep through main attractions in the stroller because they’re still exhausted from their unsanctioned early morning play date.
- Even mommy and daddy are asleep by 9PM after coaxing the overtired monsters to bed. Neither would dare turn on a light or TV in a cramped hotel room after fighting the bedtime battle.
- The kilt-wearing concierge with a thick Scottish accent has to explain gently (and slowly) that your
circus actfamily will not get to experience live folk music because that happens after 9PM. In bars. When the drinking is well under way.
- There are a host of other things you can’t do or just don’t attempt.
The biggest downfall of traveling with kids is the list of things it’s just not possible to do or see. Experience the night life? Nope. But we have three kids. The only nightlife we’ve known for a long time involves night-time feedings and soothing crying toddlers after bad dreams. We, rather he, did manage to squeeze in the Scotch Whisky Experience. But the husband experienced it by himself, during the kids’ naps, in a very muted fashion. The Scott Monument and its glorious 287 winding steps? That’s a no-brainer. Even though I went through the logistics of making it work — Diaper baby strapped to me, the Temper on daddy’s back, and Tattletale forced to walk/dragged all the way up. But that might be pushing the limits of mandatory fun. Someday they’ll be old enough and actually enjoy racing their mom to the top. Someday.