How To Survive A Family Vacation Without Losing Your Shit

This is what I woke up to this morning: my sister and my nephews. I told them to pose "crazy." My sister doesn't do crazy.

I’m on a family vacation this week. When I was a kid family vacations consisted of my parents, my sister and occasionally my grandparents on my mother’s side, it’s no longer that simple. These days our family vacations include my parents, my sister, her husband, her two kids, sometimes my grandmother and me. It’s a fucking shit show.

Do you know how long it takes to get all those people on a beach? An hour. Or how many extra large L.L.Bean canvas totes filled with toys to entertain the two kids we need to drag down to the water’s edge? Five. Do you know what it’s like to go out for lobster rolls with three-year-old and two-year-old boys, the youngest of whom is in the middle of the “Terrible Two” stage and says the word “Me!” over and over again because that’s just where he is in his vocabulary? It’s cute, but hellish. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to make fun of my brother-in-law who insists on ordering a hot dog every time we go out for seafood because he’s a born and raised Colorado kid and refuses to eat fish or even lobster? Super exhausting. Do you know what I’m going through up here?! The above photo says it all.

But truth be told, it is fun. It’s a change of pace and scenery, and as my father gets older and older at a rate I didn’t know possible, this vacation is an absolute necessity. I may be losing my shit, but being around these people makes me re-realize just how lucky I am.

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    • MR

      Sounds like Cape Cod? How’s the Atlantic’s temperature right now? That’s a great picture of your sister and nephews.