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.