I’m participating in Finish the Sentence Friday. To play, one blogger starts a sentence and everyone gets to spin a story from it. This weeks prompt:
The last time I went on vacation, I…
…discovered I want to live on a family compound by the beach in Jersey.
Sounds insane, right?
My mom planned a trip to Holgate, New Jersey, a skinny little strip of land at the southern tip of Long Beach Island. She rented a beautiful house half a block from the Atlantic and half a block from the bay.
She invited the clan for the week. This included my family (5 of us plus the dog), my sister’s family (+4) and my brother’s family (+4 more).
One big, happy, loud family under one roof. I was worried. What were the chances we would all get out alive? Vacations with my kids are always stressful and exhausting. How could adding more kids to the equation be fun?
The more the merrier!
It was the most relaxing vacation I have ever taken with my kids. I still did laundry and cooking and taking care of the kids, but my mom, sister and I fell into a supportive routine without saying a word.
- If I cooked, someone else would come along and clean up the kitchen before I had finished eating.
- I’d start the laundry and forget about it. A few hours later I’d come back and find it was already finishing up in the dryer. I’d fold it and move the next load to the dryer. Next time I walked by, it would be folded. Mysteriously.
- Keeping the house straightened, laundry done and all the people fed and happy didn’t sit on my shoulders. And the best part? I never once had to ask anyone to help!
- My nephew took over walking the dog and entertaining the dog.
- There were enough adults around so the kids could do what they wanted, like take the Butterfly for ice cream or stay home and watch Tangled again with the little ones.
- I didn’t have to drive my mini-van all week. If I wanted to go somewhere, I could hop in my dad’s convertible instead.
It was easy living and I was one seriously happy mom. We had a ton of fun together. The kids were always entertained. I realized I could live this way all the time.
This left me with a few options.
- Move in with my sister.
- Live on a commune.
- Let Dave have two more wives, so I can have sister wives.
- Buy a family compound so we can all live together comfortably.
I think a family compound by the beach is the only realistic option. I’ll be able to swing the purchase right after publishing a bestseller. Or winning lotto.
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