I think that I say enough wonderful things about my family that they can deal with this entry because I try to be honest on this blog. No names will be changed to protect the guilty.
Mom, Dad and Jake will arrive here on Monday night for a week! I am so excited to see them. However, it violates one of the only promises I have ever made to myself: NEVER VACATION WITH THESE PEOPLE AGAIN!!!
I know I am not going with them but they will be on vacation and I will be there, therefore violating my promise. So I am nervous about next week. I want to say that as a family we have had some great vacations together and I love my family with my whole heart. This paralyzing fear comes from our last vacation together that still elicits groans from all of us when it is brought up.
The Year: 2005
The Place: Washington DC
The Players: Terry, Cindy, Andrea & Jake
This was the summer of 2005. I was in college and had just gotten engaged to Mike and there was a little bit of pressure on this trip because it would be the last vacation with just the four of us before I graduated and got married. Because that is just what a vacation needs: pressure. Many factors that lead this trip to be the groan inducing trip that it became were really no one’s fault. The week before we left I was diagnosed with shingles in two nerves in my spine and a pretty severe case of bronchitis. Therefore, I was on nerve medicine for the shingles and cough medicine for the bronchitis. The nerve medicine kept me buzzy and sickly and I couldn’t sleep well; that coupled with the cough medicine was not a good combination. Jake was suffering from something called Sever’s Disease which is an inflammation in the growth plate of the heel which made walking a great deal very painful for him. The doctor said that Advil/Ibuprofen would help his feet not hurt as much. Still Washington DC requires quite a bit of walking so Mom and Dad pumped the kid full of Advil all day. Jake also spent the vacation barfing in every trashcan in Washington DC. We later found out that he is allergic to Advil and it irritates his stomach hence the reason we all know where trash receptacles are located at ever major DC monument. Plus he was 13 and have you ever met a 13 year old? That didn’t make it any easier. So I was hacking up my lungs and in constant pain because of my shingles and Jake can barely walk and is puking on each corner. Jake and I also tend to pick on each other and fight magnify this with being sickly on vacation we were at each others throats the entire trip. Fun Fact about Cindy: nothing makes her more on edge and mad than me and Jake fighting. So she was thrilled the whole time. Dad was pissed nobody was having fun on this vacation because vacation is expensive and so we should start having fun RIGHT NOW!!!!
Low point: By one of the last nights in DC the sleep deprivation was getting to me and I was being kept up by Dad’s freakishly loud snoring tried to make him be quiet and he yelled at me to go back to sleep (he doesn’t remember this btw) and so I cried (on way to many drugs) and took my pillow and blanket and slept in the bathtub the rest of the night.
We were all barely speaking to each other by the time we got home. Good times. So needless to say, I am nervous about next week. Mike and I stay with my parents all the time but we have cars and stuff to do and Nana’s food to go eat so it isn’t really a vacation it is just a visit. There aren’t …gulp…expectations of sightseeing and fun to be had. I am starting to buckle under the pressure. Maybe I should clean the bathtub.
Disclaimer: There are some good memories of that trip as well. I am almost certian.