they save the best for the last.

I was talking to someone the other day about my family vacation that we’re on this week. He jokingly made the comment that “you gotta get there early and get the best bed!”

I told him with great confidence, “Actually, I have the kind of loving family who will save the best bed for the last people to arrive. They’re very kind like that.”

So we drove down to NC late Monday night (Tuesday morning-ish) – a day later than everyone else – and settled into the room that they’d saved for us.

Do I know my family or what? Roger and I have the privilege of using the master bedroom on the main floor. A king-size bed, private bathroom, all to ourselves…. very nice. All of our kids are even sleeping in other rooms.

It feels so good to be away from camp, away from home, away from the mess that has piled up in every room of our house during those 8 busy weeks of camp. By this weekend though, I’ll be looking forward to getting back and taking care of all of it. Masochism at its housewifely finest.

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About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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2 Responses to they save the best for the last.

  1. You surely do have a wonderful family. And I have a feeling you and Roger earned that king size bed! Sounds like the vacation was wonderful. I got a report from your MOM

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  2. Ryan Bellendir says:

    Time for an update ma’am! Glad to read your literary works! I think you actually have to add me to read my livejournal posts but i’m not sure. Hope everything is well.

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