It's Not a "Vacation" - Its a "TRIP"!
People without kids take "Vacations." People with kids take "TRIPS."
Lara posts pictures of water-skiing chicks and calls the week a 'vacation.' In my mind this is more like it:
Six years ago this summer I traded in my "vacation" card for a "trip" card.
You would think I'd get used to it. Nope, hasn't felt right yet people. Go thank your parents TODAY, RIGHT NOW for all those 'vacations' you took during your childhood. All those 'idyllic' memories you have??? I'll bet your parents tell a MUCH different story.
Don’t get me wrong, I would not trade having a week of a different routine. But oh my God -- its BLISS to be sitting back at work actually drinking HOT coffee and actually getting to eat my breakfast instead of serve two other people like a damn slave.
GONE are the days of umbrella drinks, steel bands and actually lying in the sand.
Because I work at an office all day, spending the ENTIRE week with my kids is WORK to me. Its MORE WORK than WORK WORK. Its more tiring. More harrow-ing. More nerve testing. More hell. And I cannot be alone in the fact that if you stick two kids in the car and drive to another home for 7 days, their entire concept of night/day/sleep and wake is tossed aside. Its all day, all awake.
What have the umbrella drinks and steel drums been replaced by?
1. Sleepless nights - 2 kids playing musical beds
2. A trip to the beach one block away consisting of 2.2 seconds of sand pail and more complaining about gross seaweed
....it took more time to PUT THE BEACH BAG TOGETHER and SUNTAN LOTION ON then we actually spent at the beach!!
3. Moooooom, I have to pee, AGAIN (during the 8 hour car ride to CT a mere 8 minutes after the last rest stop on our route
On a positive note? Only 16 MORE YEARS TO GO UNTIL I GET MY "VACATION" CARD BACK!!!!
Cheers! Heidi
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What was supposed to be 5 days at the beach in a free (and awesome!) beach house with my kids and some friends/family turned into a 2 day nightmare. I didn't sit the entire time, barely ate, and did nothing but cater to and run around after my kids that were threatening to break every expensive piece of furniture in the house. Then there was the eating of the sand and the sand getting in the butt cracks and in the eyes and the reapplying of sunblock every 30 minutes and the "I WANT TO GO MINIATURE GOLFING" and then "NOW THAT WE'RE MINIATURE GOLFING, I THINK I WANT YOU TO CARRY ME THE ENTIRE TIME SO I CAN WHINE IN YOUR EAR ABOUT HOW BAD I WANT TO GO HOOOOOOOOME!"
No more beach for me until the kids are in college.
