We're closing out Day Four of the long-awaited vacation (or Long-Awaited Vacation, as Rebecca might capitalize) and, wow. It's not that I wasn't warned by friends that going to the beach (or anywhere, for that matter) with an almost two and a half-year old and four month old would not be a ton of fun nor was I under the influence of any illegal substance at the time the trip was planned. It seems that this trip is simply an enhanced version of my regular life, which right now is a roller-coaster, a crazy dichotomy, a Jekyl and Hyde kind of experience. There's the insane I-am-going-to-lose-my-mind-if-this-doesn't-end-soon stuff followed closely by the I-never-want-this-moment-to-end stuff. It's exhausting and exhilarating, depressing and joy-giving within a five minute span.
But you already know that, don't you?
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Yep, there is no real vacation until you can leave your kids behind for a few days. But real life with a change of scenery is nice, anyway.
It'll make you appreciate home and routine and your stuff and your husband's work all that much more when you get back. I promise. Consider it a rite of passage. Check that one off!
Well said. And the bizarre (and even unfair) fact is that, given any distance at all from those days, the hardship of it is generally forgotten, leaving you with a forlorn sense that you forgot to appreciate any of it at all, when in fact you were trying hard to appreciate it even as you were trying equally hard to survive. Go figure!
You're doing beautifully, Kristin. Hang in there.
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