Lead Me to the Chaise Longue

Summer is upon us once again. Had I still been teaching, I would probably welcome the season with more excitement (although, technically, where I used to teach, we followed the western schedule and we’d just be getting ready for spring break around this time), but since I’m a stay-at-home homeschooling mom, the season means nothing more to me that the change in temperature. It’s funny how when I was younger, I used to be really into summer and the beach, but as I got older, I came to prefer the colder seasons (in the tropics, I mean the slightly cooler season) and mountain vacations. Since I’m pregnant, I’m even more irritated by the heat.

Having gotten my gripe out of the way, I can now talk about travel plans. Going abroad is out of the question at this time. I don’t really want to go too far away by car, and frankly, I don’t really like traveling in the summer where the mob seems to hound you wherever you go. I prefer the shoulder seasons - the perks are still there, but with cheaper rates and less people. Anyway, Mark was talking about some rough road trip he wants to take with his bachelor friends. It involves bus rides, trekking, cheap hovels, and generally just really roughing it… That’s his idea of fun. A vacation for me would mean me dozing off on a poolside lounge chair with Mark minding Marguerite. Sorry to sound like the ultimate sloth, maybe it’s more the pregnancy talking (right!), but R&R for me means a lot of lounging, so I welcome the sight of indoor lounge chairs, outdoor lounge chairs, divans, etc. I guess I want a more civilized setup although I don’t really care for those trendy resorts frequented by party people.

Having read this post, I want to say that I do hope Marguerite turns out to be more like her dad when it comes to her attitude towards travel.