Post-Vacation Payment

We returned home from our 8 wonderful days in Galveston, TX on Tuesday night around midnight  after spending 13 1/2 hours driving, flying, airporting, and driving again to get home. Since Wednesday Dean has been like a person on drugs or something. He is weak and can hardly walk upright, he's incoherent and is so fatigued that he's close to breaking down into tears. It's so hard.

Vacation: not what it used to be

Vacation doesn’t mean what it used to mean. Dean and I used to love taking trips together! We would dream of one day when our finances were better and we’d see more of the world. Now vacationing looks like this: Dean stays at the hotel most of the time because he’s so easily wiped out. I go find things to do with the kids. Dean says that if he can feel relaxed then a vacation is not a waste to him, so that’s good because being at the hotel is how he seeks relaxation. For me, vacation is about getting to see the sights of wherever we are. So now, vacations are another time where I’m lonely. I hope that one day the disappointment of our situation will wear off. It makes it sting more when people hear we are going on vacation and they so happily say “Have fun!” or they impart some message of how lucky we are to go on vacation….uh…sure….not. I wouldn’t consider us lucky. We are blessed, yes! But lucky? Not quite.