Hooked on a Feeling

Back from vacation and learning to deal.
Being at home is slightly different from being at a resort. For example: Biggest dilemna while you're on vacay: What should I drink next?? Sounds trivial, I know, but this actually takes a lot of time and effort to make a decision on. Often requiring consultation with other resort members. "What's in your drink?" "Oh, no, I don't want that. I'm pineappled out."(probably the only time you'll ever use 'pineapple' as a verb. Unless you're one of those people that likes to tell long drawn out sports stories using verbs no ones ever heard of before. For example: And then the guy pineappled the ball over my head, so I torked my body backwards, shredded my shoulder. It's like: O-K, first of all--I have no idea what you're talking about, I have no idea what pineappling the ball involves per se, nor torking or shredding, and second of all-I really don't care.)
Anyways.

Biggest dilemma at home: whether to pay the power bill or the water bill. Can I live without water? Or light?? Probably going to say light-- I mean, I can always use candles. And then the house will smell like apple as well, so win win. OK so things aren't quite that bad, but still. These are real problems, not like 'well, should go to the beach now, or have breakfast first, or just make smoothies for breakfast and have them at the beach??"

The biggest thrill in Mexico, watching your children play in the surf, shrieking in delight.
The biggest thrill at home: We got a new bounce dryer bar free trial offer.
Bedtime in Mexico: having Alex fall asleep in my arms sitting out on the deck, being lulled gently to sleep by the sound of the ocean in the not too far distance.
Bedtime at home: High pitched screaming, bribery attempts, bloody noses and a pig head on a stick, followed by Percocet for mom and a "Fuck you" to dad as he looks hopefully at me as I crash into bed.
OK that may be an exaggeration as well.
There is actually no pig head on a stick. Its not on a stick. The stick is broken, and like everything else in the house, awaiting repair from my husband. So it's more just perched by the door.
But you get the point.
So the point is that I'm hooked. I have spent nearly all my time since I've been home looking at vacation destinations for next year.
The question that people want to know: would I plan to bring the kids again??
Bringing the kids is either the most wonderful thing I've ever done, or the most idiotic, depending on your take on things. I'm really proud of the fact that my baby has his first stamp on his passport already. Although, certainly, I will admit: it wasn't always easy. Flashbacks of him writhing on my lap on the airplane, every meal I ever abandoned mid meal due to shrieking, whining, throwing of cutlery, or my personal favorite "I have to go to the bathroom"- never, ever when you're in the hotel in close proximity to a toilet does she have to go. It's only when you're finally settled down to a nice dinner and the bathroom is a half mile jaunt away that she suddenly has to go and go real bad.

In fact, the very first thing I said when I sat down in the lounge in our resort was "I'm not very anxious to do that again"-- referring to the two days of travel we had just survived, which encompassed two flights, seven hours of flight time and approximately ten hours in airports, all the while dragging three kids, five pieces of luggage, and three carry ons.

But the first time I took Payton to see the ocean and I stood before it, squeezing her hand and carrying Alex on my hip, it brought tears to my eyes to be able to share with my kids such wonder and beauty. And I knew then and there that I would travel again with them time and time again. To see Paytons cheeks take on a sun kissed glow as the days passed by, to see her giggling in the sun, to watch Alex play in the sand, to see Gage... well, eat cheeseburgers, frankly, was all I ever saw him do, less poetic I guess, but still. Good to see him enjoy himself. Whatever that entails.
Anyways.
Gotta go. The real world is calling me.
And FYI- the Bounce dryer bar is working out really, really well!! At first I wasn't happy about it, because I'm quite accustomed to using Gain because I really like the smell of it. But as it turns out, meausuring it and pouring it out into the chamber dealy was more laborious than I ever realized, because now laundry seems WAY easier without that step!! And it still smells pretty good.
So. That's good.