Can We Really Call it a Vacation?
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I love going on vacation! Any place that isn’t my house with the piles of endless laundry and dishes seems like heaven to me. Most of the time. The times when it doesn’t seem like a real vacation are those times in which I have to take my kids. I know, it seems harsh but hear me out.
I’m not talking about taking kids on those vacations where you have a personal butler or maid cleaning your hotel room every day and all your meals are at restaurants you’ve had booked for months. I’m talking about those vacations where you stay in a relative’s home out of state, at a beach house or a cozy cabin in the mountains. Going to a place like this with kids is just like being at home but without all the amenities.
My family has a place up in the mountains where we go every summer and a few weekends in the spring and fall. Don’t get too excited, it’s a gated trailer park really. It’s different than home, though, because there’s a heated pool, a clubhouse with the occasional dance party and other organized activities we can do with the kids. But…
It may be a vacation for the kids, but it’s certainly no vacation for me or my husband. As much as I enjoy being somewhere other than my house (and especially being somewhere where there is very limited phone service), there is always something to cook, clean, fix, sew or update here. And the worst part is, we have no dishwasher or washer and dryer like we do at home. So I’m basically doing all the same things I would be doing at home, I’m just doing them in a much smaller space with no special appliances to help me do them.
I also spend the majority of my time up in the mountains (or while being guests at a friend or relative’s home) trying to keep the place somewhat clean. I have two young boys, three dogs and a husband and they leave a trail every where they go. Being in someone else’s home I, of course, feel obligated to follow behind them cleaning up as they go (or nagging like crazy to get them to help!). And in our place in the mountains, there is so little space that we easily trip over each other let alone toys left on the floor. By the way, if anyone has figured out how to train dogs to clean up after themselves, please let me know!
My husband and I were lucky enough to take a wonderful cruise this summer by ourselves. No kids and no dogs. Wohoo! But, it took us 13 years to be able to do that and we certainly used up all our favors with needing enough people to look after our kids, dogs and home while we were away that I seriously doubt we will be able to do it again for a long, long time.
As I sit in the mountains right now, typing on this blog, I’m getting ready to cook dinner while subsequently dealing with my 3 year old who is throwing a fit because he can’t go outside (it’s pouring) and my 11 year old who wants to do nothing but play video games but can’t because he is being punished. Oh and dealing with my husband who is occupying the only TV. But, we will be sad when we go home after the weekend and will be excited when we can come back. I guess we will never learn…
I’d love to know I’m not alone in this! How many of you feel the same way about taking kids on vacation? I’d love to hear from you in the comments below…