‘Tis the season to leave it all behind…or at least, that’s what I’m told. According to colleagues, friends, family and just about everyone on Facebook, now’s the time to pack up the kids, hit the road and spend a long, lazy week kicking back at the beach or lake or any other place synonymous with relaxation.
So what the heck am I doing here?
I don’t know why I don’t take real vacations. Every year I swear I’m going to and then the summer rolls around and I’m at my desk, feeling bent at all the folks having real live fun and kvetching about the “surf soap” in my office bathroom. Ain’t no one to blame for that but me.
Maybe it’s because I never took vacations as a kid…we didn’t really need to. Early on about once a year, we’d drive to the Poconos to go to Dorney Park and Wildwater Kingdom, but that was usually a one-and-done kinda thing in conjunction with a visit to the grandparents. Growing up, my friends all headed to Lake George or to the Hamptons with their families and later, post-college friends would trip down to Rehoboth, P’town or any one of “The Shores”.
I grew up on Long Island, with the beach a moment’s notice away. Our backyard was our vacation home – tall, willowy trees, crystal clear pool, lawn chairs next to the authentically crafted Tiki Bar…friends and family would come to us and every free moment was spent out by the pool so why would we head to someplace more expensive and less relaxing? Similarly, G grew up in the mountains, with creeks (cricks?), lakes and forests abound and more wildlife than people around. Obviously, we both missed the memo on what it means to “take a vacation” and as such, here we sit watching the July calendar turn and feeling way overdue for a break.
We do get away…in fact, we have two weekend trips lined up. But that’s just it – weekends away, with a bookend of road travel. We usually head to a city (against the typical vacay-grain) and by the time we get the pack-and-play set up, slather on the sunscreen and attempt to stop O from licking the handrails outside of the hotel, we’re already ready for a siesta.
Any maybe that’s it too…maybe the terms “relaxing vacation” and “two-year old boy” are mutually exclusive.
What do you guys think…anyone got some good ideas or tricks we haven’t figured out yet? We’re open to suggestions, and even though our trips are carefully researched and mapped for maximum fun — I’ll take any tips on getting the most fun out of a summer holiday.
We have fun on our little jaunts. In fact, O still tells you he’s from “Balt-ee-moor” if you ask, his first real toddler trip making quite an impression. We took him there a few months ago and packed the itinerary: He met Thomas the Train, posed with Sir Topham Hatt, rode a city bus WHILE singing “the wheels on the bus” (mind blown!), had a late-night playdate with a “big boy” (my friend’s elementary-school son) and more. The following Monday when he returned to school and his teachers asked “What was your favorite part of your vacation?!”, he replied “eating a banana”.
“V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N, gonna have a ball…”