Why Vacation Drives Me Crazy

Traveling By Car

Each year my wife and sit down and plan out yearly vacation. Usually this means list after list of what we need to take along for the ride. Once she packs the bags, according to lists, then I lug all the stuff out to the car. My wife packs the car. After which we wedge ourselves into what room is left and set off on our trek to vacation bliss. If you'd never had the pleasure of driving to your vacation getaway well you don't know what you're missing.

Traveling by car is the only way to go-but first be warned you must adjust you attitude about confined spaces. And I do mean confined spaces. If you're lucky you'll have some leg room to work with. If not then you will find yourself stopping along the way in order to wake up your legs. The longer the trip the more stops you'll make. One year we decided to drive from Pennsylvania to Mississippi. I know we were nuts, but we thought it would a nice ride.

While I'm on the subject of stopping the car, Be advised the more you consume the more you need to stop at the bathroom. This is not really to much of big deal if you combine them with stopping to revive the circulation in your legs.

When you vacation by car time seems to slow down. An eight hour trip seems to take at least two days, a trip of sixteen hours, well lets just day I still feel like am driving to Mississippi and that was four years ago. Why does time slow down? I thinks it has something to do with the children constantly arguing over leg space in the back seat while at the same time your spouse is nagging you about missing another turn. I almost forgot somewhere along the way everything about the trip seems to get more annoying. Anybody ready for another rest stop?

Some people are afraid of going on vacation by car, which is ridiculous. What you have to be afraid of is getting there. Once you have braved the miles, the car fumes, the kids arguing in the backseat. Once you've braved your spouse no longer talking to you because you added a few more hours to the trip because you didn't listen to their directions. You finally arrive at your vacation spot. This is the point where car doors fly open. People fall out of the car because they've once again lost the feelings in your legs. Once you can once again move, your rush to check in and collapse on a bed, a couch or whatever other place you can find.

The problem is you're stopped in your tracks by your wife saying, “We have to unload the car”. So you and the kids march back to the car, throw open the back and hope nothing falls on top of you. Well vacation can wait till tomorrow.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot as you lounge away at the beach, the mountains, wherever. Remember,the return trip is just days away.

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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

We used to do the same thing when living in California. Since we left and gotten older we moved here and haven't left Nevada thats not true we slipped over the border to Utah. I'm sure this why I have written a childrens story for at least 2 years I need to go on a vacation. My husband had cancer and it's left him weaker, this one we don't go far, boring.


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whittwrites 4 years ago from the Philly area Author

We haven't been a road trip in a couple of years because of weddings but someday I know we will be packing and going again.


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

Ah all those bad trips will make some great memories one day! You, the wife and kids will remember and laugh a dozen laughs! Great story.


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whittwrites 4 years ago from the Philly area Author

I know. I always look back and laugh but at the time it seems like a chore.

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