First things first:
Happy New Year!!
After a crazy week away, we have (finally) returned home. HOME SWEET HOME. How very, fascinatingly true!
Don’t get me wrong. I love (
d) going away, changing scenery, leaving the routine behind and enjoying the country side. Vacationing with N. was my favorite thing to do. I recharged my batteries, I rested, I relaxed and when we did return home we both got slightly depressed that our vacation had come to an end.
Five years later a few things have changed.
When we DO decide to leave our perfectly safe and sound home for a few days in the countryside we have to endure the following:
- With an almost (10 days to go) three year old girl and a five and something year old boy one must calculate the realistic time that the actual journey will take. Let’s say you want to get to a place which took you about 3 1/2 hours to get while still in the ‘just fell in love’ dreamy and kid-less land you must now calculate at least 6 hours (be prepared to stop 10 times for either pipi/ kaka/ hunger/ car sickness or …the list is endless)
- packing and unpacking takes at least twice as long as before. I pack Yianni’s & Iliana’s clothes, toys and sleeping utensils, baby phones, water bottles, snacks for the road, food for when we get there, cameras, phones, sunglasses, swim/snow gear (depending on the season) the majority of their cold/flu medication etc. N. does all the dirty work. He manages to fit everything into our car. I officially declare this a new talent.
- By the time the kids get used to the new environment, we must leave.
- vacationing with in laws should not really fit into the category of vacationing.
Today we returned home and I am genuinely happy.