Twice or so a year, I venture over to my lovely Island with my boys in tow for a weeks worth of R n R at Grandma and Grandpa’s house (affectionately called Granny Camp). Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but these trips are waaaaayyyyyyyyyy more of a holiday than any trip to Mexico, Hawaii or the like with the fam. Where else but at home with Mom and Dad can I sleep in EVERY day, set my own schedule, not cook, not grocery shop, not be the primary caregiver to my kids, AND have apple crisps and blackberry pies baked fresh for me EVERY DAY.
I suppose the only non-relaxing part is the actual “I need to catch up on sh*tloads of work” part..but even that seems more relaxing when I don’t have kids pulling at me, or the constant guilt that I should be outside with them and not cooped up in my office at home.
And, you might slap me now when I say I also have two amazing in-laws who also happily take the boys for Granny Camp – Okanagan Edition a few times a year too.
The question is, why the heck do I ever come back to reality?!