Family vacation. To Florida. I wish I could muster up a little more excitement. When did vacation become more work then every day life? The packing, the flights, the sleeping arrangements and time differences, the lack of routine it all adds up to a big-NO THANK YOU, in my book, and yet it must be done. My in-laws are snowbirds and now own a home in Venice Beach Florida. It is important to them that we visit, and the kids are really looking forward to it. I on the other hand am exhausted just thinking about it.
It isn't a vacation. Please, for the love of God, do not call it a vacation.
A vacation involves sleeping in.
It involves cocktails by the pool and reading trashy novels.
A vacation means fancy food at fancy restaurants. (Where appetizers are not served with a side of crayons)
A vacation is when someone else makes your bed and cleans your room.
It is pina coladas at 11am, and Coronas at 4.
A vacation is not:
Lugging 3 car seats, 3 suitcases, 4 carry-ons, a double stroller, a baby and 2 kids through an airport.
Sleeping with 2 kids in your bed and waking every few hours to comfort an out-of-sorts 10 month old.
Packing 3 bags of snacks, sand toys, diapers, clothes, towels, and lunches for a 2 hour trip to the beach.
Spending the entire time at the beach monitoring sunscreen applications and sand consumption.
Doing a load of laundry a day.
Let's set the record straight. I'm not going on vacation. I'm taking a family trip. Two very different things.....
Wish me luck.