Hubby is talking vacation, my ears perked(for a split second)with anticipation and excitement. I should of known better, his idea of a vacation is our cottage up north in Quebec in a tiny remote place called Hunter's Point. It takes us 9 hours to get there, a day to pack up the monkeys and another day to unpack us when we get there.
In the summer it is not too(insert snarky voice here)bad, with the exception of packing, the dreaded drive, unpacking, packing up again, driving home, unpacking again and doing mega loads of laundry.
Did I mention I have to cook and clean the cottage too?? I know we are fortunate to have a place to get away but it is just so darn far away and is pretty remote, did I mention no hydro(okay we have lights, propane powered)so I know I shouldn't or have little rights to whine.
Okay, back to Superman mentioning vacation, I am thinking hot, warm waters, tropical breezes and fruity little drinks. No Superman wants to go the cottage, nine hour drive and snowmobiling into the cottage another hour???? What?? Insanity has struck him, hit him really hard!!
He will be going on vacation with the boys sometime in March or early April, the girls and I are thinking motel, pool and room service.....