This just in… vacations are work!
Okay any of us that are mothers already know this. In fact, I recently wrote that in my next life I want to come back as the father who honestly doesn’t get why vacationing is a lot of work. And don’t even get me started on camping. That is like moving house to a more primitive setting. Just how many modern conveniences can we take away from you and still have you able to function. No bathrooms? No running water? Cooking over an open fire? Yeah, I don’t come from a lone of hearty pioneer folk. Our idea of roughing it is the 4 star hotel.
In a recent column in Newsweek, Kathy Deveny writes about the mythical family vacation. She shares her memories of long car trips she took with her family as a kid.
Unencumbered by seat belts, my brother and I roamed into each other’s carefully guarded back-seat territory and bickered until one of our parents lost it. We stopped at motels with pools and ate “picnic” dinners in front of the TV. But they’re some of the best memories of my childhood. (”I don’t remember it quite so fondly,” says my mom.)
Turns out the time honored family vacation as we know it did not evolve until the 1950’s when post WWII prosperity made it possible. Before then Mom’s did not have to take the entire “show on the road.”
Even though I like to complain, I still enjoy family vacations. If only because everyone else is having fun and I can live vicariously through them.






