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She’s done this for years.
Hours upon hours, she is happy to look out over the gently rippling coastal waters of south Louisiana, casting a line over the boat, sitting, sitting, sitting, egrets flying overhead, a wild boar rustling in the marsh, a breeze rushing by to move the warm air, sitting, sitting. And then. “zzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzz!”, the sound of a speckled trout or redfish or drum or flounder taking the bait. Up on her feet, rod bowed, reeling firmly and quickly until the fish becomes weightless in the salty air, a net rushing in underneath it to bring it into the boat. And then. Again.
I have been witness and participant for nearly a decade, once, maybe twice a year, nothing more relaxing for Jennifer than to go fishing for days on end. It warms my heart to know there is something she is so excited and passionate about.
So in July, when an opportunity presented itself for her to go, we didn’t think twice about it. She would go. And she would fish. And she would relax.
Because being in a car for
six hours sans kids seven to ten hours ONE WAY to get there? Only to arrive and sit on a fourteen foot boat with twin toddlers for six hour stretches? Or me taking vacation days to stay with the kids on a non-baby proofed barge surrounded by water for fourteen hours a day… WHEN WE HAVE A PERFECTLY GOOD HOUSE AND NANNY AT HOME? Are you kidding me?
We’ve never been big vacationers. We take quick weekend trips here or there, for cousin birthday parties or family gatherings. In fact, most of our time off is huddled around holidays and our vacation time is spent traveling to and from the homes of our family. Our current commute maximum is a three hour drive. Everybody else gets a card.
Life is too short to spend it stressed. With the twins, we’ve felt that the amount of work preparing for and during said ‘vacation’ times is simply counteractive to any desired relaxation. Would I have liked to have gone fishing, too? Absolutely. But during this phase of post-infancy toddlerhood, it’s just better for our family unit, for one of us to stay home with the kids while the other travels. Because what’s the point of BPA-free if you willingly subject yourself to the toxicity of the nuclear fallout that is two kids forced to adjust to everything unfamiliar.
So when an opportunity presented itself for me to crash in my sister’s hotel room FOR FREE while she was in New York City on business, I went. I’d never been. And I’d always wanted to go. Side note: the pace of New York City – the city, the traffic, the subway, the foot traffic – is nothing compared to parenting twin toddlers.
In the days before I left town, I had lunch with a business associate who said to me “uh oh, separate vacations is never a good sign”. But I completely disagree (and so did she once I explained): By traveling separately, neither of our kids was forced to be subjected to change for the sole purpose of fulfilling our individual travel opportunities. Not to mention that neither locale was conducive to young children. There will be plenty of time later to travel together for a destination vacation, maybe when the kids are in their mid-two’s. Until then, three days apart each trip wasn’t horribly painful. We tasted the sweetness and great joy of love and affection for each other and our kids upon our respective returns. We returned spent, but refreshed. And we both got to do something we enjoyed.
Want to know how my super fun trip to New York City went? Click here!