I marched up the sandy hill, in what must have been my fifth trip heading back to our rented cabin on Lake Michigan. I was thirsty, my skin an itchy mix of sand and sunscreen, and I was hungry. I sighed loudly, shaking my head with the thought of "this is a vacation?"
As I trudged onward on sand filled watershoes, I could hear the joyous shouts of 5 boys recreating battle scenes on the beach behind me, armed with water cannons. "Sure, " I thought, "of course they're happy. I'm doing all the work, where's my vacation?" I had to laugh at myself, I fell into this trap every year. Every year that we summer on this beach in Michigan, I begin the first day of our vacation, with these types of thoughts.
I quickly remember back to my first vacation as a parent. I naively thought back then, that vacation with family, would mean vacation for me. I wondered why no one had warned me that those days of having things done for me while on a family vacation, were gone. I was now the mother, I was now the one who made it all happen. Who did I think was going to do all the packing, and bed making, and sweeping, and cooking?