I love vacation. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love it, really. Whether you’re traveling or staying home, vacation is vacation. The root word is “vac,” which means “to empty.”
Speaking of vac, I got one of those robot vacuums. I haven’t tried it yet, but I can’t wait to not vacuum. I’m also looking forward to seeing what our dog does about it. He’s either going to hate it immensely, or we’ll come home and find him riding around on it. Stay tuned.
It’s been coming for awhile, but I’m paying attention this year. This is our once-a-year, whole family (including the little cousins) trip. The three cousins are little, all under 4, which makes it all glaringly obvious.
I don’t have anything do to.
We don’t have to plan our day based on a nap schedule. Don’t get me wrong. I loved naptime. There were several years when both of mine napped at once, and it was glorious. There were also several years when we couldn’t spend much time on the beach, because we had to get back up to the house for naptime.
We don’t have to pack up all that you-know-what to take to the beach. Years ago, I employed the “you want it, you carry it, and no, I won’t be your sherpa” policy. It worked pretty well, with each kid bringing a bucket filled with only a few toys. Once when The Girl’s eyes were bigger than her arm muscles, we stepped in to help. It was fun saying, “told ya so.” Even though they were carrying their own toys, we needed sunscreen, towels, at least one umbrella, a cooler, goggles, sunglasses, hats, snacks, and everything else we owned.
We didn’t have to pack the kids’ suitcases. I’ll be the first to admit previous failure in this department. When The Boy was 8, we were spending a week at the lake, and he packed exactly one pair of underwear, including the one he was wearing. Our lake house is in the middle of nowhere, which made the situation a little precarious. They’ve both gotten much better at it since then, and no one forgot anything.
Our kids make their own breakfast. This has been going on for some time at home, but it’s noted and appreciated on vacation. They can make lunch, too. And dinner, really. They may eat a lot of cereal, grilled cheese and quesadillas, but it keeps me out of the kitchen. Don’t worry, judgey moms; we have plenty of fruit, and I only buy whole-grain bread. We did buy Cookie Crisp, which is arguably the quintessential vacation cereal.
The list goes on and on. I could be sad. These are all signs The Kids are growing, needing me less and less. There aren’t any sandy feet to wash. I suppose I could wash my 14-year-old’s feet, but I’m pretty sure he’d find it odd. I’ve enjoyed hangin’ out with my kids, rather than forcing them to put on sunscreen, trying to avoid their eyes and a raging sunburn. It’s been peaceful. I’m reading books and drinking coffee in bed. I’m sitting on the beach, until I don’t feel like it anymore.
Vacation is boring. I love vacation.