The trip started in the typical way "Are we in Virginia yet?" immediately upon hitting the highway.
"Will we see the cousins soon? How soon?"
And so the nightmare begins, I thought. Sooner then anticipated. Oops.
Then came, "I'm hungry."
"But we just finished breakfast..."
"But I'm hungry."
After snack, the predictable "I need to go potty!" followed quickly by "Are we there yet?" in rapid-fire succession. Curiously, although there are only three children, the questions do not multiply three-fold, but instead, increase exponentially. It was at this point I was wondering if Rob was right. Why are we doing this again? Three and half very, very long, cloudy and rainy hours later, we arrived. All of a sudden, the clouds dissipated - metaphorically and literally.
It was a warm, sunny day, with blue skies and an April breeze. Wiggle time was seriously overdue. After check in, it was time to hit the ropes course. There were zip lines, climbing walls, a bouncy house, and a pizza dinner at a local restaurant - with emphasis on restaurant, as in, no cooking or clean up. This was followed by a trip to Target for the essentials : coco puffs & milk, frozen pizza (there is never enough pizza), ice cream, beer, champagne and flip flops. The day ended with several hours of awesome Disney channel shows while snuggling with the girls on a very snuggly couch.
After this wonderful, lazy day, my husband asked, "Why couldn't we just do this stuff around Baltimore?" I understand the hiccup of getting here. However, I'm pretty sure if we were home, there would be grocery store trips with long lines, meal planning and preparation, dish-washing, dealing with car troubles, garden troubles, neighbor troubles, clutter-pick up, laundry, breaking up fights (which have been avoided here do to the numerous child-friendly distractions), etc., etc., and hubby finding projects that would leave me alone with the kids for, well, likely most of the time. It would hardly be a family vacation. "Oh."
It has been so laid back, that two unimaginable things happened. The first, I lost track of the day of the week. Actually, this was good even though it seems likely early onset dementia because it was not due to my regular over-stimulation, but extreme state of relaxation! The second, I had to remind myself to have a glass of wine in the evenings! That was such a relief. I really thought that maybe I had a medical problem...
This evening we are looking forward to an adult-only Easter egg hunt followed by a nice dinner out sans bebes. Then, it is with great sadness, and anxiety, we face Saturday, the day we have to pack up and travel back to reality. I will miss the coco puffs and the family dinners with all eleven of us smooshed around the table. Exploring new places and finding treasures (like the animal skull and many, many bones my children found when they stuck their arms up to their shoulders up a hole in a tree trunk). Drinking coffee while staring at the pond in the back yard - yes, this house has a pond, people. Staying up late watching movies. But mostly, I will miss the chore vacuum I had been in for the last week.
Why does it have to end???!
Next vacation : eight weeks and counting.