But I had it all figured out this year. We were going to take a family trip and have fun, even if it killed me. The agenda included baseball games, museums, an amusement park, and lots of eating and for me, shopping at a few local thrift shops. We even shelled out a little extra for a suite that turned out to be a standard room with a mini fridge.
The flight over was packed so my husband and the oldest had to sit alone, while me and the youngest sat together. I honestly felt bad for the guy sitting next to us. I could tell he was nervous and it didnt help that my child kept asking, If we crash, whose fault is it? If we explode, what good are those oxygen masks? Did the pilot look old to you? I hope he can see. That must have been the reason he ordered a double whiskey neat from the drink cart at 7am.
After 4 nights and way too much money spent, it was time to come home. The kids had a ball. They were on the jumbo tron at the baseball game, ate so much Garretts popcorn that Im sure their stock went up while we were there, and rode the hotel elevator until they felt sick. I ignored the, I told you so look my husband was giving me on the flight home. It made me think that the person who coined the term, family vacation probably meant YOU taking a vacation with someone elses family.
But then we got back home. Our kids couldnt wait to tell everyone about the trip. It was really cute. Maybe it was worth the stress, money and indigestion. A family vacation is a test. If you can make it through without leaving someone behind, you pass. Comments? Email firstname.lastname@example.org