That's not to say that at the end of my first solo trip with the girls I wasn't totally exhausted. But it wasn't the kids who tired me out, it was me. From the day before with packing and getting the house ready, through the entirety of the trip, I held it together with a calmness and a capability that surprised me.
But the moment we got around other adults who could help me with the kids, my brain almost completely stopped functioning. I could barely put together a sentence, and collapsed in a heap at nap time.
Sweet, sweet nap time.
Being the responsible party wears me out every time.