Defining The Family Vacation
I have very fond memories of going on vacation when I was young. We’d all pile into the station wagon. I thought I was so special because I got to ride in the way back with all the luggage. We’d color and do Mad Libs or word finds for a bit, maybe read a little. Before long it would be dark and all of us kids would drift off to sleep only to awake in the morning as we pulled into our destination. Then it was a fun filled week of swimming at the pool and playing at the beach. I thought I was in heaven.
Now that I have my own family, I want to create the same memories for my kids only I have learned it is not as easy as I remembered. Now that I am in the mom role, I have discovered that the term “family vacation” is an oxymoron.
I really need to come up with a new description for this journey that I am embarking on, because in no way, shape or form is it a vacation. It is more of a:
|• Do all the laundry (this is the first half)|
|Clean the house: Dishes to be done.|
|Healthy, well-balanced lunch break|
- so you can pack 75% of what you own in the minivan
- referee and entertain three kids for 10 hours in the car
|Thank God the older two get their own seats. That does help.|
- arrive at a destination
- where you continue to cook, clean, cater to, referee and entertain
- then load back up
- spend another 10 hour trip back
- unload 75% of what you own
- put it all away
- do more laundry and cooking
- then go back to work
I am exhausted just typing it. It is times like this I realize how insane my parents were. It takes every ounce of energy I have to wrangle my 3 + Pete out the door, I cannot begin to imagine doubling that.