Family vacations are like labor. There you are, too many people crammed into a too small room, and you're still only partway through it. “Oh, my God, what have we done? Get me out of here now!” you scream, out of control and unable to stop the horror.
Eventually it ends, and you have a pretty little baby or a funny refrigerator magnet (and maybe one or two unflattering photos), but somehow you don’t remember the awful parts.
Then, some amount of time later – six months, a year, whatever -- you have this great idea: Let’s do it again. The last time worked out so well, and I think we can handle it.
Then, there you all are, crammed once again into that too-small room, and the realization slowly dawns: “Oh, my God, what have I done? Get me out of here now!” you scream, wondering if it will ever end ...
So true Linda and hilarious! You said it in a much nicer way than I. You're awesome Linda- :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, T! Hope packing and your craziness is proceeding ... however it it proceeding! Did I find the blog about the State Dept family moving from China to Jordan through you? Oh my heavens, funny and very true. A new piece of advice for you: find another blog or two like that to validate that that insanity you're feeling is totally sane!
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