This is how you do a vacation when your husband is a resident:
Stay at father-in-law’s house for the
free room & board lovely accomodations.
Attend sister-in-law-to-be’s graduation party for the
free killer barbeque and pool party familial support and memories.
Hang out in small Georgia town with mother-in-law one day
to kill time and avoid a guilt trip from the “left out grandmother” and appreciate the quaint beauty in a place where time stands still.
Go back to college town and tour campus of alma mater
because it’s free and Smooch likes all the dead stuffed animals in the old buildings to reminisce about where we fell in love and to introduce Smooch to the idea of college.
And finally, drive out to the middle of nowhere to the lake where father-in-law keeps his boat. Ignore the greenness of the water and pray that stepmother-in-law knows what she’s talking about when she says it’s safe. Apply SPF 70. Let the grandparents watch out for Smooch, let Gruff be in charge of snapping pictures, and relax for hours.
It was cheap. It was simple. But we all really did have a great time. Of course, now that we’re home I have a mountain of laundry to do and the cupboards are woefully bare and the tedium of getting back to normal life is a bit depressing… which just means that it really was a vacation after all, don’t you think?