Visions of a fun family vacation, excitement, love, shared laughter, trips to the slopes, a campfire beneath the falling snow, memories that would last a lifetime, and a great start to 2011.Alas, the reality of life slams into my dreams and visions and disfigures them so they are no longer recognizable or achievable, like a meteor slamming into the earth.
An evening snowboard outing with friends prior to our trip leaves me face down in the snow crying, coupled with an unexpected method of getting down the mountain via ski patrol.
Delayed start to the trip leaves us in miserable weather conditions, a swirling blizzard, slick ice, fallen trees, and a long, treacherous journey to our destination.
The planned fun filled vacation now filled with pain, rest and frustration.
Overtired, cranky college brother blows up like a bomb, at a simple question.
He’s more interested in his computer than playing games and entertaining his bored injured sister. Also, eating all of the food, he’s a pig.
Aging parents equal no fun, early bed times, intolerable rules, no loud music, and especially terrible jokes.
Everyone is “too tired” for an crazy, exciting, and entertaining evening with games and movies.
Hours in the ski lodge at uncomfortable tables, loud children and fried food, yuk.
Wishing I was able to snowboard, but instead stuck with a bruised, swollen wrist in a splint.
New Year’s eve party? I think not. Parents asleep at nine, grumpy brother and a quiet house before the new year can even begin.
So much fun I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Home videos show how nothing has changed, brother torments sister, dad thinks he is funny, and mom is exhausted.
More traffic when we return back home, ice on the roads, an overcrowded car, terrible radio station, bags flying on top of me, fighting, and dropping off my disengaged brother back at college.
Pick up the dog, unpack the car and resume my comfy, predictable life in 2011.
Back to the grind.
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