The damn ham sandwich! (again!)

With the help of my hubby, we are FINALLY packed and ready for our big trip! We're heading to an all-inclusive resort for a week of relaxation. Not sure how much relaxation we will get with a 2 1/2 year old around, but still looking forward to the trip. 


Vacations are so different after you have children. Before- we used to spend hours laying on the beach, reading and listening to music. Now, vacations are all about living through my son's eyes. Not relaxing, but still amazing. 


What's not amazing is the packing process. And I only have one kid! I can't imagine with it's like to pack for 3 or 4 kids. It's not just the packing, it's the getting the house ready that stresses me out. I always try to get the dishes done, take out the trash, finish the laundry, and clean out the fridge before we leave. After all, who wants to come home from a relaxing vacation to a house full of rotting food and piles of laundry??


Ever have one of those moments where you have so much to do, you don't know where to start so you just kind of walk around in circles for a while? That was totally me this afternoon. I'd just put A down for his nap and hubby got out the suitcases. I literally just stood there for about 5 minutes. I couldn't help it, I was just so overwhelmed. The whole time, I kept going over my list of things to do in my head and trying to figure out where to start.


 Of course, somehow in that 5 minute time span, hubby managed to finish packing his tiny suitcase. As he started to walk out of the room, he smiled and said, "Well, I'M packed!" 

Oh man. At this point, I blew up! "YOU'RE done???" I shouted. "I didn't realize YOU were the only one going on this trip!" With that, I began frantically listing all the things I still had left to do. Poor hubby. I'm sure his little comment wasn't meant to bring on an ambush. But how is it that the women always end up doing 99% of the packing for the kids while the men finish their little suitcases in 5 minutes and then think they're done? 


Apparently tired of hearing my nagging, hubby agreed to help with some of the things on my to-do list. Or at least I thought. When I came downstairs to get some things, I noticed him sitting in his favorite chair eating, YES, a HAM sandwich. That damn ham sandwich! (This seems even funnier because I'm Jewish. Ha) 


Being a woman who likes to get things done immediately and then relax, I'll never understand why my husband will always choose to relax first. But there is a happy ending to this riveting tale. After my second blowup of the afternoon, hubby was wonderful. Not only did he clean out the fridge, stop the mail, and check us in online, but he also helped with the laundry and trash. 


Now the only thing standing between me and the beautiful beaches of the DR is a 3.5 hour plane ride with a 2 year old. Not sure how that will go, but I can guarantee it'll be interesting.  (Let's just hope they don't serve ham sandwiches on the flight.)