The trip was a success in the sense, we got to see our daughter and her family.
It was trying in that: Sickness cost us $400.00 in motel bills just to sleep and vomit, followed by a flat tire on the on ramp to I-65 in 39 degrees. Changing the tire in the mud, whilst 18 wheelers and cell phone talkers, sped by at break neck speeds, scaring the pants off us. . . tons of fun.
So glad to be home. Two days left to unpack, do laundry, grocery shop, get the tire fixed, rest up a bit then back to work. Phew. . . exhausted just thinking about it.
It's funny how I romanticize these events. Truth is I knew it would be a hard trip. It never ceases to amaze me how I can delude myself into thinking it will be any different.
In my mind, things go perfectly. Everyone has a great time. We come home in the after-glow of fun and laughter. Does anyone else do this? Set up the perfect holiday in your mind and the reality can never live up to it?
I think life is series everyday headaches and hassles, dotted with occasional happy events. I think it's true for all of us. The trick is to remember the happy moments, the reunions, the sharing of our lives with one another. To let go of the hassles and use the trauma for a "good story" down the road.
Fantasizing the freedom to be happy in the face of everyday hassles and grateful for the joy in between.