I remember as a kid the family vacation was the highlight of the entire summer. Strangely it rarely mattered where we went until I was “that age” but pre-angsty-teen vacation was just awesome no matter what.
As a father of two now, I completely understand why at the end of every vacation my dad acted as if he was just released from a POW camp.
This past week we took our kids to Indianapolis to visit the Indianapolis Zoo, Children’s Museum, and Indy Raceway, and while the “I love you Daddy’s” and the looks on my kids faces for the last three days were worth every penny we spent, I actually told my wife for the first time that I cannot wait to go back to work. A strange paradigm indeed, coupled with an strange sense of admiration for my parents somehow managing similar excursions to Disney and various places throughout my childhood with four kids.
Separately, I clearly need to invest in a real camera, as an embarrassing amount of vacation pictures are artfully cornered with my finger(s).