As summer winds down, we take our annual trip to Hawaii. It is a trip that the kids start packing for in July. Today, as I type this post, we are halfway through the trip and I have taken notes on some anecdotes worth sharing over the next few days.
The first few days of any vacation can start rocky as the children need to get over the time difference and Husband must shed his work armor and climb into vacation mode. I always seem to forget this, shame on me!
Night one– dressed in our vacation best of Lily Pulitzer meets Tommy Bahama, the family starts walking to the shuttle to meet our friends and relatives for dinner off site. Visions of Mahi Mahi, Mai Tais and sunsets danced in our heads. Our younger Son awoke cranky from a much needed nap, and his mood went from bad to worse (actually inconsolable). We assumed that he would get happy once he saw his cousins. Not so! As we hit the lobby, 5 year old hit an all time low and Husband and I quickly recognized that one of us would be sipping a pina colada in our hotel room. As we attempted to lift our son’s arching body to carry him back to the room, he went ballistic. Not wanting to get on the shuttle or go back to the room, he hit the lobby floor on all fours, shrieking and kicking. ( Before I continue, I have to interject that this is abnormal behavior for our son). As each strategy to calm son failed miserably, he became more agitated. Suddenly, a golf cart pulled up with a security guard who had been called to assess the situation. Were we kidnappers in the middle of an abduction? I was horrified! As I assured the security guard that, in fact, we were the parents, husband arrived on the site with a snow cone. So much for no sweets before dinner, El Diablo instantly calmed down. Desperate measures! We grabbed son, jumped in a cab, and fled the scene. We arrived at the beach front restaurant just as the sun was setting. We smiled and began to relax from the disaster, eager to enjoy what remained of the evening. As Husband reached for the camera to take a shot of the family in the sunset, he accidentally knocked the snow cone out of my son’s hand. You can only imagine what happened next! Needless to say, I was rattled and in desperate need of a cocktail.
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