We are in the process of planning our first ever family vacation.
The plan is to go to Corpus Christi for several days, followed by a quickie visit to San Antonio. This will be the first time that the boys have seen the ocean, let alone get to play in it. I’m excited for them. I’m excited for all of us really. The 12 hour drive there and back, not so much, but a little bit of crazy will be worth the change of scene.
My guy is excited to go surfing. I hope to learn, and if I’m really lucky, catch one wave. Then my bucket list will have several things checked off.
Due to this, I’ve been having to work crazy hours as to avoid using my PTO, to take the kids to their appointments and such, so that the vacation is covered and my paycheck stays normal. It’s all worth it. I just picture the looks on my boys faces when they see a glimpse of this magical world that we inhabit. Reminding myself of that fact is hard, when I’m exhausted and stressed out and lacking time to do much of anything.
I finally bought myself a desk, to put in my room. Now I can “hide away” at night and during weekend naps, to write. I miss writing. I’m constantly writing, talking to my characters, creating scene ideas, plotting, etc. But there isn’t many chances to get them out of my head and onto paper or typed into scrivener. Now that I will have a place to do it, that the kids won’t have access to, I can write.
(If you don’t have toddlers, you really don’t know how hard it is to have random papers laying about and expect them to leave them alone.)
I’ve been planning out the packing lists for the coming trip. I can’t just throw everything together at the last moment, what with 5 people, two of whom are special needs. It’s amazing all the things 5 people need to get by for a week. Diapers, wipes, towels, clothes, sunscreen, bath stuff, etc etc etc.
They should have vacation packing planners. Kinda like a wedding planner. So all I have to do is drive and unpack. This really should be a thing.
I can’t wait to sit on the balcony, watching the waves, sipping on coffee, enjoying a new view.