Wednesday, August 21, 2019
A Quick Vacation
A couple of weekends ago, we finally managed to squeeze in a family vacation. By most standards, this was really a long weekend (by a day or so) but it was a vacation, nonetheless. And anyway, I'll take what I can get- especially if it involves all of us being able to be together.
Short as it was, it was great - everyone was healthy, in good spirits and, well, what else matters? And it sure beats last year. Last year, we didn't manage to fit in a vacation at all. All I ended up doing was taking Sam on a few day trips - spending some time and doing things that one of us, at least, felt was a little special.
Our not getting together is not for lack of interest. It's due to the inevitability of people getting older and along with it, the thoughtless inconsideration of my kids actually developing lives of their own (!) - which apparently includes something called "responsibilities".
Really, in the last couple of years, it's been Sam's schedule that's been the most difficult to navigate. Before last year, his summer schedules were pretty much wide open - or at least they were flexible. But last summer was the first summer that Sam was working (thank god) - or more correctly, it was the first summer that he was employed. And though the job was part time, he was also continuing to work with a job coach on his "off" days- so his schedule was pretty full.
This summer, while there's been no more job coach, Sam's summer work schedule, like last summer, was still every Monday, Wednesday and Friday - all the way through the end of August. I suppose I could have asked for some time off for him, but Sam and I (mostly me. maybe.) are so thankful that he has this job, the last thing I want to do is rock the boat.
But a few weeks ago, with a few more weeks of work still ahead of him, Sam called me per our usual early afternoon "check-in" and he causally tells me that his supervisor just told him that, "today would be my last day." After an immediate surge of panic, and what I'm pretty sure were several minor heart attacks on my part, he adds, "...until September."
After recovering (somewhat) from my mini-stroke, I realized that this meant the family may be able to get together, after all.
So, a fire drill of coordination with everybody and their schedules ensued over following week. Simultaneously, this meant first finding, then frantically digging out and packing - sleeping bags and air mattresses and all the camping and life necessities required for living in the wild of Jake's backyard for three days. (Well actually more like a total of two and a half days - but there were still two entire nights shoved in there somewhere.)
Regardless, it was great. I wish it was longer, but I guess that's better than feeling like it was too long. Not that I can ever see that happening. I'm happy to take what I can get.
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