I’ve been told every family should do it at least once, and since our boys are of an age to remember it, we’re headed out West. We’ve allocated three weeks to see the sights. It seemed like a wonderful idea at its conception.
What I didn’t take into account is the workload of such an expedition. Because now that I’ve been planning for weeks--visiting numerous websites, making calls, reading books, mapping routes, washing clothes, packing everything but my wilting plants--I realize that I need a vacation. A vacation from vacation preparation.
I figure I’ve spent more than three weeks planning for our three week vacation. Hmmm, something’s wrong with this picture. Not to mention the writing schedule I’ve had to keep to allow for three weeks away right before my deadline.
And in the secret recesses of my mind, I’m wondering how three weeks in the car with three boys is going to play out. I’m afraid after our 50th Are-we-there-yet, our 20th He’s-touching-me, and our 17th I’ve-gotta-go-to the-bathroom (that would be me), I might just snap.
All I can say is, they better have Starbucks out there to keep me caffeinated. And a little chocolate wouldn’t hurt either.