I don’t get out much. Maybe you’ve noticed.
When I do escape the dishes and children and laundry, my vacation destination is …Wal-mart. Ooh! Or Costco! Frankly, I spend enough at those, and the local Smith’s Marketplace, to cover a cruise.
Bu-u-u-ut the hubs and I made a goal to family vacay every summer. Sometimes it’s been camping. Sometimes it’s a cross-country trip. Sometimes we jaunt down to California for our every-five-years-Disneyland extravaganza.
Since I began this summer on bed rest, I had to put any travel plans on hold. Since we learned I was pregnant and needed to pay for removing our sweet, little parasite; we had to put our finances on hold.
I therefore booked a quick weekend away, using some reward points from the credit card.
I therefore picked somewhere not too far away but far enough to count as ‘vacation.’
I therefore booked a really fun hotel with a water slide and planned to eat tuna sandwiches.
I therefore demanded an oath of my husband that he would not point out any practical failings, metaphorically raining on our happy parade.
Problem is, I am an analytical person. I married an analytical person. We are both fairly practical as well. And critical. And, although I’ve been riding the Jaded Coaster since about age 3, my sweet husband got on and has been uncomfortably riding for over a decade now.
We made it to the second day before fighting about how the whole thing made no financial sense and we could be doing everything we were doing if we’d simply stayed home.
Which has since led me to ruminating about people and their vacations. For, of course one could save money, comfort, time, and hassle by staying put. There’s no risk. No bedbugs. No missing toothbrush. No change of climate or circumstance.
I’ve wondered a few specific things:
- Are vacations fun?
- Are they worth the cost?
- Are they worth the work?
- Is a vacation a vacation?
What do you think? What has your experience been?
I wrote a few things this past week:
Wednesday, August 14: Shared some of my favorite funny pregnancy t-shirts in “The Funniest Pregnancy Tees.”
Thursday, August 15: Announced I’d be going off the grid for a family vacay. I haven’t really come back yet.
Friday, August 16: Winner of the Weekly Terribly Poetry Contest. Thank you so so so so so so so so so so much to Bruce for adjudicating. Congratulations to Mathew for winning!
Saturday, August 17: Announced the 39th Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. The theme is vacations. PLEASE ENTER!
Also shared “Except for the Exceptions,” from a depressed mood during vacation.
Sunday, August 18: Nothing.
Monday, August 19: Enthused about receiving Stephen’s published book, The Kirkwood Scott Chronicles: Skelly’s Square (soon to be reviewed!).
Tuesday, August 20: “A Tick A Kick.”
Wednesday, August 21: Nothing. Tra-la-la.
Thursday, August 22: Today.
I also posted all this week at my motherhood site. I wrote “Hotel For …Fun?,” “The Best Thing You Can Give Your Child,” and “There’s Nothing to Eat.”
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