The Closest Thing I Get To A Vacation, As A Parent
2 years, 9 months.
A few weeks ago, Mommy asked me if I had any idea why my weekly paycheck was significantly higher than usual. I wanted to believe that I had been given a raise by my boss, without me being notified first.
Hashtag, “wishful thinking.”
Turns out, my extra vacation days had just automatically cashed out since I didn’t take them since the anniversary of my hire date.
That’s the way it has to be, though. I have to prepare for several extra days throughout the year for you to be sick.
Fortunately, you hardly got sick this year so I didn’t need to cash in my sick days on your behalf.
As for myself, I don’t get sick either but there are definitely days I just wish I could call in sick and truly have the day off.
But then I would feel guilty driving you all the way to school for that; just to have a day with truly no responsibilities. Not to mention, I hate the thought of spending gas money on that, too.
And by now, I have clearly established the fact that a family vacation is not truly a vacation, but a quest for fun.
Still, I am not without hope.
The closest thing I get to a vacation, as a parent, is taking the 2 and a half hour drive to Nonna and Papa’s house, for the weekend.
I still get to spend time with you but with a 3 to 1 adult to kid ratio, since your Auntie Dana, Uncle Andrew, and cousin Calla are there too, along with my parents.
You and I are both more relaxed. I like for you to be able to see me in that sort of mind; not just the one where I have to be in charge all the time.
So it’s kind of like a vacation for both you and me.
From sitting on Papa’s face (featured as top picture) to hearing Nonna read you and your cousin Calla a story (featured directly above), it’s just good, easy times for the whole family.
We don’t need a fancy trip or destination. It’s funny how family is not only home, but also a vacation.
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