I have heard the stories, but now I know the truth for myself.  Family vacations are no vacation at all.  I don’t mean to sound so trite, but before kids I saw vacation as a time to rest and recoup.  I now understand that vacation means craziness, sleeplessness, and mind-numbing excitement.


Those who work or volunteer beside me know how much a “Type A” person I am.  Within the first twenty-four hours, I came up with a schedule for the week.  I am so, “type A” that I actually wrote out the schedule and posted it on the refrigerator so there would be no confusion or opposition.  It was occasionally mocked but it was respected and implemented.  The family vacation schedule flaunted some exciting events.  Hard Rock Park, Myrtle Wave Waterpark, and Nascar Speedpark were at the top of the list.
 

The kids had an absolute blast.  Piper told me, “Daddy this was the best week of my life!”  Ethan asked, “Can I stay at Myrtle Beach for 100 more days?”  I may not have slept as much as I wanted, read the book that I brought, or got to play a game of volleyball but it was worth it to see my kids so excited.  Thanks Mom, Dad, Mark, & Shanda.

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