Okay, so I just got home from a trip over to the beach for a four day get away without my husband and without one of my girls.  No problem right?!  You would think...  Oh I forgot to mention I brought my mom with me too.  So here it is me, my boys, my 15 year old and my almost 70 year old mom.  Okay, before I start I must begin by saying I love my mom to death!  I am a total mama girl.  I call her every morning just to see if she is still around and I usually talk to her again sometime during every day.  She is home a lot these days and is great on the computer so I often times call her to go online and find me something....  

Anyway, you head out with the kids to have a fun get away and it always comes with it’s share of complications, especially if you are me!  I had the trip planned out.  Spend three days at my mom’s beach house with her and then run one of my boys up north and drop him off at summer camp on my way home...  Sounds easy.  My three days on the beach were great but filled with lots of work as anyone with kids can understand and anyone with someone in your family with special needs.  Every time I turned around someone was needing some time from me or needing to go somewhere.  Anyway, we left the beach and began to head our way up north.  As we crossed over to Arizona the desert floor was about 118 degrees which is painful to even write.  And as we drove we passed ghost town after ghost town blowing dust and all hardly a soul to be found out there.  If that was not bad enough we headed up a mountain heading to camp which was one hair pin turn after another.  Lost all my nails in my steering wheel all the while my mom was telling me stories of all the people she knew that had passed away in horrible car accidents.  Did I mention that my kids only brought Indiana Jones and Madagascar dvd’s for the long road trip and it was the only thing I heard behind my head for 8 hours (due to the fact I am too cheap to buy cordless headphones).  

Finally got to camp where I was ready to kiss my lovely child good bye for the week when I realized (which was a surprise to me) that most of the mom’s like to stay and ride the hay ride out to the tepees to see where the darling children will be spending their week.  So that I would not feel like a totally bad mom I thought, I can do this....  Of course they could not put the wheelchair on the hey ride so I carried Peter with me who was crying because he was not staying and I tried to look totally into it and took a bunch of pictures.  Came back to car where my mom and Jess were begging for dinner that did not consist of fast food.  Me, being someone who likes to please said, “Great”.  Now being the city girl that I am I know I don’t do well in small towns because nothing goes fast enough for me and no choices.  That is hard for a city girl...  Anyway finally settled on a place to eat and what do you think happens?  Awful service and lots of money for nothing much.  I of course could not stop obsessing on not having bread at the table after we put our order in God only knows my patience was gone by then...  $70.00 and 2 hours later we finally left, boy was I annoyed...  Took another hour and a half to get home.  

That’s a family trip for you.  I left out all the other mishaps because it becomes old I know....

Have you ever come home from a family trip and needed another get away to recover?  That is summer huh?!

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