I have been taking my kiddos, who are not quite "kiddos" anymore, on a death "grip/trip", vacation to Newport, RI every Thanksgiving for the past few years.
It was a tradition my parents started, and now that they are gone, it is one I want to continue with my kids.
Kind of a new tradition for us.
As a kid, I loved it.
Sailing.
The Ocean.
Boat Rides.
The Beach.
Shopping.
My God, if every child felt as terrible as mine apparently do to be taken away on a vacation; I feel I should invite a Somali pirate to take over, and better yet they should call Liam Neeson.
Because they have made it very clear, that they have indeed, been TAKEN.
I can only hope I make it to an an age where my beloved children take me on a vacation that they have paid for so I get the pleasure of bitching and moaning about every minute and every meal they pay for.
God please let me live that long; I don't ask for much.
So I am aiming for them to reserve a double wide somewhere and include me on a collegiate budget.
I don't ask for much.
Not going to lie, after watching those tiny house videos on Tik Tok, I am actually intrigued, after having used many a beer can for a pillow in college, I am down for anything, except loudness, that, I am too old for.
P.s. Next blog will be about the accommodations in Newport and how my cherubs reacted.
That being said, when I give them the hardest time, it is only because that is what they do to me, and they need to learn that payback is indeed, a bitch.
Yet, I hope they know that they are the truest loves of my life.
I never want for them to forget that my actions will always speak louder than my words.
And my actions do, and they forever will.
But my words can be loud.
However, those kids are my greatest accomplishments, even if I may have listed them up for adoption...
On that same note, yeah, if they all didn't complain so much, and didn't open stuff that there was another bag open of, and maybe take the dogs out once and again, and take the fucking garbage out, and not treat me like Jeeves, their personal Uber driver, yeah maybe I wouldn't act like such a lunatic.
That being said, kids if you don't do much, and ask for the world... you shall receive the gift of crazy.
Christmas is served every month of the year around these parts.
Sometimes TWICE!
To hear one of my children complaining that they knew the layout of the Breakers by heart so well, that well, why bother seeing it again?!?
Yeah, I am pretty sure I doing my job, below pay grade I may add.
I can't wait to see how well they do with an actual management situation.
I am the best boss they have ever had.
And a good one at that; (yes I Yelped myself).
Yeah and they quit.
Well maybe they didn't "quit" but didn't like management.
That says more about them than me ha ha.
Kids these days...good luck REAL bosses!
Well guess what sweetie pies, I have been playing this game a hell of a lot longer than you.
I do try and overlook your shortcomings, as I hope you do mine.
But it doesn't mean I won't point them out, which clearly you don't feel OK with, or you do as long as it is a reciprocal rhetoric.
Yeah no.
You haven't earned your gavel yet.
I love you guys.
I would lay down my life for you.
However, there may be a few expletives included in the process and a few degrees that I have earned that makes me more than a taxi driver.
You are my tribe.
But don't forget who I am, and where I came from.
You kids.
You created this mother.
You are my travel partners, my ride or dies, and the ones I want to leave a legacy not only for, but with.
I would like to hope you would have the same respect for me,
Believe it or not, you WILL look back one day on all of these stories, aka memories, and laugh and maybe cry..
But for now, you can choose to remember me as the the carpool mom, the mom who would make dinners no one wanted to eat, he mom who volunteered and bought your friends snacks, and embarassed you.
But what I really want for you guys is to cherish, are the memories of our adventures.
And moreover the laughter and jokes we shared together.
AND WE DID HAVE THOSE.
I know you don't want to think we did, but I do.
Good old fashion belly laughs.
I know full well that an ideal journey through life is impossible; but still, I try to think it plausible.
That is why I will make every bad joke I can think of.
All the while know I (I may or may not) have been busy getting us all lost on this journey called life to try and teach you/us how to navigate without out a clue or a map, but embrace the memories that would ensue.
Perhaps I did these things, not on purpose but maybe to make sure you know you know how to be pliable, malleable and ready to face anything.
It will come in handy.
Trust me.
I am not perfect.
Never was.
Never will be.
But I will never stop loving you.
Xoxo.
M.
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