There inevitably comes that time when you take vacation
with your family-when you get a bit tired of them all.
This unfortunate feeling usually hits me around day 11.
Hmmmm..what day are we today?
It feels even worse when you are on a “stay-cation” (aka
not a 5 star hotel where you are being served all day and cleaned up after). My
patience runs out not only with the kids and husband, but with the cooking,
cleaning, laundry and dishes too.
I mean people…this is NOT a joke, we have not eaten out
in a restaurant in 17 days! Not even a bloody hotdog! And my husband does not believe in leftovers or
toast or cereal for dinner. What is wrong with this man?
Ok so he does all the fancy cooking, but I do all the
fancy cleaning and organizing and shopping for groceries. I am full. Please
take all the food away now-it is enough.
And the kids? Yes they are still lovely and sweet but
tonight I just watched one episode to many of Modern Family. And yes yes..I
love you…I love you…and I love you too….I am just so tired of being nice and
loving by this point. Is it possible to be hugged too much?
Besides all this it’s a lovely vacation. Up until today
all these incidents made me dizzy with happiness and I am sure they will again tomorrow.
I get in these moods sometimes and often just take a good night’s sleep to cure
me of my evil.
Maybe it’s because my Mom went on holidays for two weeks
today and I won’t be talking to her on the phone every day. I think I am in
withdrawal and complete denial.
Also when is the last time I saw another human being
alone other than the four I Iive with? Feels like a loooong time ago.
But overall-stay-cations at the cottage rock. They are
cheap (minus our massive mortgage!), they are fun and bonding and wonderful.
Even if I will throw up if I see another pot-roast, I wouldn’t trade these
weeks for anything.
Tomorrow night I may just have to dress up, ditch the
kids and ask my husband to take me somewhere nice for dinner. Come home and
sleep in an actual bed.