Perhaps you've heard the word "vacation". Perhaps you've even taken one. When you here the word vacation you might think of 7 to 10 days spent frolicking in Hawaii or Aspen. Relaxing. Unwinding. Sleeping in. Returning home refreshed, renewed. If this is the meaning of vacation, then we definitely did not just take one. If you will, dear reader, shift your thinking to allow the word "vacation" to include three children under the age of four, with bouts of very loud crying in the car, sleeping on a bed that was somehow harder than concrete and choosing to sleep with your 7 month old on her crib mattress because it was MORE COMFORTABLE, a return trip home wherein the air conditioner in the car broke and a two-year old somehow ended up with a poop diaper that exploded out the front to cover her entire body (arms, hands, legs) and car seat, then yes, we did indeed just take a vacation.
It was somehow, despite all that, really fun. There were moments in the car when I thought, "How cool to be on a road trip with my four best friends." (At other times I thought other things...) There were also times at the beach when I was overwhelmed by the idea that I was witnessing three people see the ocean for the first time....
Art and Polarity
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