I can’t believe I’m writing this. But hey! I’ll be happy at my humbling :)
(Take this not in command form, and maybe you need to adjust it for wherever you live.)
I really used to struggle with our summer “vacations.” (We changed that word to “trips” pretty fast.) First, I had two young children and I wasn’t used to almost-complete life invasion all that entails. Second, my husband is into cheap vacations. No plane tickets, no hotels. It’s camping, babe, with the gas cooker, meal prep, and all.
I had friends taking “vacations” in Turkey and other exotic places.
But, no fun comparing is there.
However, 8 or 9 years into this deal, I’m becoming a “happy camper!” Hee, hee.
Go camping! It’s cheap! Kids love it! Go fairly regularly– then it’s even better! We camp several times a summer– with our Harmony group rafting trip, an annual trek to the Black Sea. Oh the memories we have!
I do well to find a café I can go to each day, now, no questions asked, no guilt. I even guilt myself sometimes– can’t you just read your Bible and think and write around the tent now? …. Then the incessancy of young ages reminds me that, no, nothing involving books, gadgets, meditating, and writing is going to happen much there. And it’s nice if there’s at least a sliver of “vacation” in the “trip.”
We’ve gradually improved our gear, too. We used to sleep in the van floor. Try that pregnant–I sure have. Then we graduated to a tent, and now we have a two-room tent and one room is entirely for my loads of bedding and pillows, and it’s nice. With six in there, it’s a bit crowded, but we might move the girls out at some point.
We bring V’s mom with us to help with cooking and baby watching sometimes. She loves vacations, too, especially by the sea. Between the three of us adults, we swing meal prep, holding a baby, and entertaining the others.
I used to
hate really not enjoy too much our camping trips. But, with learning to give out, give up, and still recharge myself how I can, I’m starting to enjoy them a lot. The sea sounds are interesting. Watching the kids grow into new experiences. Trying local foods (that was really interesting when we used to go to Crimea every summer). Having water experiences we can’t have in the city.
So, what I’m saying is, sticking with it, camping is a pretty good long-term “trip” choice because it’s cheap, many-kid-friendly, repeatable, improvable, and generally all around great (for us, at least).