vacation.

When I was a kid, my family took vacations every summer.  I never realized how much work it was for my parents until I had a kid.  Henry and I spent the weekend in Grand Rapids and we stayed at a hotel and we visited with family and swam in the hotel pool and went to bed early and woke up early and just had a blast.  One night.  70 miles away.  The vacations my parents took us on were across the country and involved campgrounds and day trips and NO INTERNET to plan the trip or to keep us occupied/happy while stuffed in the grocery getter for hours at a time.  It must have been a nightmare for them.  The heat.  The fights.  The food bills!  Vacation.  They did that for our family.  We all have fond and some not-so-fond memories of these trips.  I want this for Henry.  I want this for my family.  But one night in a hotel an hour away from home exhausted me to the point that I never want to leave home again.  Except it is important to me that Henry have fun memories and gets to see more of the world than our little town.  And staying home would mean I might miss out on more of this.