So I mentioned before about the family reunion that I will be attending this summer. As part of the reunion, one of the activity options will be to make the trek up to my Father in Law's property in the California desert. I will not be going.
Why, you ask? Well, if you didn't catch the word DESERT, I will say it again. DESERT. That's not enough of a reason? Okay, well let me explain.
About 5 years ago we had a similar reunion to celebrate Father in law's 70th birthday. Where? Camping in the desert, his favorite place to be. It was not my favorite reunion. Don't get me wrong. I love my husband's family. My best friends, (minus my sister) reside in said family. The company was awesome. The accommodations. . . not so much.
Let me set the scene for you. I had a 15 month old little girl and I was 7 months pregnant. And I was camping. In the desert.
The first day that we were there the wind blew. Non-stop, 40 mph winds. All freaking day. Everything we ate was crunchy. My daughter cried most of the time because the wind was in her face, dirt was in her eyes and it was hot. I sucked it up and managed not to cry even though the wind was in my face, dirt was in my eyes and it was a hazard to even open my mouth to talk. Any amount of dirt might have blown in.
So we made it through the first day. And the wind died down. All was well, I thought. Well, I was wrong. I discovered, as soon as the sun came up, that the wind was keeping out something even worse: the flies. I have never seen so many flying insects in my entire life. They were everywhere. We ate them. We squished them. I found them in my hair. I found them in my clothes. I found them in my daughters diaper.
Now, top this all of with a shortage of water and toilet paper and you have the circumstances for the perfect vacation. Or not.
And so, this time, I will not be attending. I will be in charge of all those who do not want to go. We get to stay home and swim in the pool, play in the backyard or watch movies in the house. And that, my friends, is totally fine by me!