Vacations are great! A chance to get away for a week or so and do whatever. Whether its toes in the sand, standing in line for the Monorail or visiting the majesty of the Grand Canyon, it’s all magical. What I’m also willing to bet, is the week before leading up to whatever you choose will be the craziest week, quite possibly leading you to an early meltdown. The week you return from vacation is just as bad.
Your to-do list is five times longer than your usual list, making sure everything’s done including laundry, holding mail and newspaper, dog boarding and cleaning the house. Because who wants to come home to a dirty house! Each day, you will add three more things to the list. And don’t forget the to-do list at work of things that need to get done before you leave. All, so you can relax.
I’m going to visit my four grandkids, ages 7, 5, 3 and 1. No relaxing there. And I don’t want to. It’s the only time I get to see them, so I’m in. I know I’ll be dying for a respite along the way, but I’m in. At least, for the first day. I’m in. The rest of the trip is survival….just trying to keep up with all the little ones whom I know have Flux Capacitors embedded in their DNA. My toes will be in the sand…as I’m being chased down the shoreline. Then, I’ll come home and relax.