I just started a week’s holiday in my favorite vacation destination. From the first moment, when our family is met right at the airline gate, I know we’ll have a wonderful time. The beds are deep and soft, all our favorite foods are prepared, we can borrow a car anytime, there are shelves of books, toys, and DVDs, we have a full itinerary of visits to all the local places of interest, someone picks up the laundry, we have the use of a gym and a country club, babysitting is free and easy to arrange…
Yes, I love coming home to stay with my parents in Kansas City.
Clouding my enjoyment is the fact that my parents just moved and redecorated, and everywhere I look, I see beautifully spotless surfaces that are targets for damage. It would be bad enough if the Big Girl left a magic marker uncapped on the rug, or if the Little Girl smeared banana on a freshly painted wall–but they’re being watched. What’s far more likely to happen is that I’ll overturn the bottle of syrupy infant Tylenol onto a newly recovered chair, or the Big Man will put down his coffee cup on a wooden table.
Much to their credit, my parents are very relaxed about our potential for destruction.