Friday, January 06, 2012

Post-Vacation Vacation

As any therapist, travel agent, or adult human being will tell you, visiting family is not the same thing as taking a vacation. Maybe if your family lives on Kauai and is super chill and psychologically sound and gives you lots of alone time to eat macadamia nut ice cream on the beach, maybe that would qualify as a sort of vacation. Maybe.

But the rest of us…

Well… I for one am off to Chicago for the weekend with two of my best friends, whom I’ve known since elementary school orchestra—off to eat and shop and gaze at artwork and drink mocktails and probably not be called a MILF this year, alas.

I got teary-eyed last night when I thought about being away from the toddler for THREE WHOLE DAYS—and then I got teary-eyed when she woke me up at 6:30am after having been up for two hours in the night for no apparent reason other than she wanted to hang out with us in bed to serenade us with a song that went a little something like: “Mama bed…and daddy bed…and baby bed…and [name withheld] new bed!”

Even though I’m starting to really feel this pregnancy, I can think of nothing nicer than being stuck in an uncomfortable airplane seat alone (well, “alone”), eating my cheese and crackers in peace. And peeing solo for THREE WHOLE DAYS? My holidays have just begun.

photo courtesy clarita, morgueFile

1 comment:

  1. I can relate to the whole "visiting family is not vacation" thing: it has become a family tradition for quite some time now to take note of the time it takes for an argument to break up (usually between the eldest and the mother) in the dinner table. We all have a good laugh about it in the end but sometimes an exasperated sigh or two just escapes me when these things do happen. Your little one is so sweet, I also took time to read the other article where she just wouldn't leave you alone but I think the upcoming sibling would cure that. Best wishes.