I love my kids. I love going on vacation.
I do not love my kids while ON vacation. And I do not love taking a vacation WITH my kids.
They go into what I like to call: DFM. Delerious Fucktard Mode.
Seriously. It's like they are inhabited by aliens who suddenly want to back-sass me, stay up all hours of the night, embarrass the hell out of me in public (worse than under normal circumstances, anyway), and bitch and complain about everything.
I love the idea of my 6 year old going to school. I
observe countdown the days until this treasured event takes place.
Then, as I walk him through the front doors, watch him walk down the hall on his way to his very first day of FIRST grade, I become a blubbering moron.
I miss him. I worry about him. I hope that he's making new friends. Likes his teacher. Eats all of his lunch.
countdown await the moment he returns home again. Ready to hear all about his day.
Until the first half hour sets in. We're back to DFM state. I'm anxiously anticipating the moment I can pop open that bottle of wine.
Will I ever be content *in the moment* ??