Having a kid has cramped my style. Here I was, thinking I could easily write about a longed-for trip. I could readily dream about a road trip or an exciting vacation. Not happening. Instead I'm bogged down with thoughts on the issues a trip would create in leaving a kid behind, or traveling with a kid. It's terribly reminiscent of teaching. The idea of having time off was a dream, but actually taking time off and the preparations necessary to do so were pure hell.
In order to write anything about this topic, then, I'll have to suspend disbelief.
So my clone comes over and takes over Bug duty so we can get away. We're hooked up with transporting capabilities, so I can check in whenever I want.
Now I just have to figure out where to go. There are so many places I want to see, or go back to, but I've been so lazy these days. Suspend disbelief on that, too? Meh. Maybe some other time.
Lazy woman's trip: 2-week cruise in the Mediterranean. Back to the clone for amendments. Let's say she has taken over the baby-making duties, too. That way I can have all the frozen, fruity, rummy drinks with little umbrellas and cherries that I want. She can also have all the extra weight and some to spare since it's getting colder up here. That will leave me with a bathing-suitable body for the boat. She can also have all skin-burning properties, so I can have all the sun I want without it affecting me at all. And I suppose mister mrtl will need a clone of his own to stay home with all his complaints about going on a cruise.
This is getting stupid.
I've been considering mister mrtl's offer to get away for a few days to who knows where. The thought of taking a little vacation alone, though... WTF? When my college roommate shafted me to go camping one weekend with her boyfriend, I headed up to Niagara Falls by myself, staying overnight, being a tourist and taking lots of pictures. Where has my sense of adventure gone in the last 12 years?
Maybe I need to redo this little writing activity, trying the suspended disbelief on my outlook. Maybe later.
next week's topic: doubt
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Um yeah, definitely had to read that one a couple of times. My brain is on vacation.
No complaining, sister. Your vacation lies outside your front door. You think Alaskans make vacation plans to Okrahoma? Uh uh. The only thing living in our waters are catfish and a bunch of drunken redneck underwear castoffs. Yee haw, indeed.
I'll play later on, during Lauren's afternoon nap.
Posted by: ieatcrayonz | 2005.09.05 at 10:53 AM
Having a kid or two does sort of cramp your style. Trust me, your sense of adventure does come back when said children start growing up . . . Somedays I would give up my being able to travel to have little ones again. Other days I like the freedom that they have grown up has given me.
Posted by: Nanina | 2005.09.05 at 11:22 AM
Um, nobody makes vacation plans to Oklahoma. Unless it's to see it on the stage somewhere. O.K.!!!! Sorry, crayonlips, you know I blove you.
TMI: Vacation time always used to mean "catching up on sex" time. Before I had a kid, I asked friends w/ kids, how do you manage to have lots of sex with the kids in the room? They looked at me like I was crazy, mostly, so I stopped asking. Then I learned, when you're traveling with little kids, you're too freakin' tired anyway, so you don't even notice that you're not having any vacation sex!
Posted by: Susie | 2005.09.05 at 11:46 AM
Actually, I don't think I need a clone. I think I need a wife. I think everyone needs someone to handle all the pesky details of domestic living, leaving us all free to enjoy the high points of glamorous living. And oh how I miss the days of unbridled vacation hoochie. *sigh* It made the backlog at work when you returned worth it. Now, the impending backlog just about squashes any impulse to go away for more than a few days, because, really, I'm not gonna get it while I'm gone anyway.
Posted by: eclectic | 2005.09.05 at 12:15 PM
p.s. (I played)
Posted by: eclectic | 2005.09.05 at 01:34 PM
If you want to take a few days on your own maybe a spa would be good. Lots to do and people to talk to.
Posted by: Von Krankipantzen | 2005.09.05 at 05:20 PM
yonz - Tourists can be a blessing and a curse.
Nina - I met a mom who was talking about camping with her three kids, including one younger than Bug. Incomprehensible. (Camping isn't my thing to begin with, though.)
Susie - No comment.
eclectic - There's a business up here (a cleaning service I'm guessing) called "The Wife's Wife" or something like that. Ingenius!
Kranki - That's something to consider. Thanks for the idea!
Posted by: mrtl | 2005.09.05 at 05:59 PM
I forgot to tell you I played . . . I am with you on the camping thing. I have never thought of camping as a vacation. While you are camping you still have to cook, when you come home you have to bring everything in. Putting up a tent and taking it down is not a vacation for me either.
Posted by: Nanina | 2005.09.06 at 08:40 AM
Nina - Didn't mind it so much as a kid, but I completely understand why.
Posted by: mrtl | 2005.09.06 at 10:17 AM