Mayhem Takes a Vacation

Spring Break is not just for drunken co-eds to blow off steam and see how many margaritas it takes for your face to get an invitation to meet the floor. It's also the time when the Mayhem family hits the road for vacation, Griswald style. Yes, that's right folks. People still drive to get to vacation. What's 1,200 miles in a cramped vehicle with 5 people and enough luggage for a family of 8, right?

Since we live on the East coast, of course we travel to Southern climes to get help us forget that we haven't felt our toes for the last six months. Not only do we drive the 20 plus hours to get there, we do it in one shot. Yes, we are so eager to leave our hum drum regular lives behind to get to our vacation that we will literally be an exhausted heap for the first half day we are there. I'm not exaggerating, we'll all be struggling to keep our eyes open by 8 the first night and most likely we'll be sawing logs by 9. Luckily, that will just make us refreshed and ready to tackle the rest of our vacation head on.

Because we have made this an annual trip the last few years, it's all that baby boy knows. If we ever stop making this yearly pilgrimage, we'd better prepare for the fallout. He has been counting down since last year. Now that we are within mere days of liftoff he has become so excited that I'm surprised he isn't vibrating. If he was any happier, he'd be twins. You'd think he was a 45 year old corporate executive suffering from burnout instead of a 5 year old with too many coloring worksheets.

He's not the only one looking forward to sun and fun. Spring seems reluctant to come to the party and has been trying our patience with snow, sleet, and cold temps. Everyone is looking forward to sand between their toes, not to mention sun, sun, and more sun. I'm excited that I won't have to wear 3 layers of clothing to be warm. And if luck is on my side, I'll bring some of that sun and warmth back with us. Yeah, see? Most people bring back cheesy coasters or seashell tissue covers, I'm bringing back better weather. You're welcome. (However, if it's still cold and raining after we get back, it's probably because hubby didn't bungee it to the car tight enough.)

So if my phone is disconnected and my house looks abandoned in a few weeks, you can probably assume that we didn't come back from vacation. This is the dream I'm clinging to at least. Realistically I know that we'll be back after our ten days of blissful sunshine and spring are up, shivering in our long johns and consuming multiple cups of cocoa to see us through "Springter". (Springter is when it's spring but winter hasn't gotten the memo.)

Until then: Viva la vacation baby!