Tomorrow I go on vacation with six men. Yes, six. Not quite as scandalous as it sounds, though, as several of them are underage. Hmmm, on second thoughts I guess that could be very scandalous. Anyway, I am off for 10 days with hubby, my three boys and two of the boys’ friends. This is the first time we’ve agreed to take friends on a family vacation. It will either be really good or really bad.
The optimistic part of me hopes that having the friends (who are both nice boys) along will encourage my own crew to be a little more helpful. Maybe they will all go off in a pack and amuse each other and we will enjoy some blissful solitude and uninterrupted thoughts, no longer having to be entertainment central.
The pessimistic part of me is dreading the constant feeding of five teenage boys. They’d better help out with the damn dishes, that’s all I can say. My lot take quite a bit of herding to get motivated, organized and out the door. Will it be better or worse with friends along? And will anyone ever get up before noon?
Certainly there will be a few house rules laid down. And the boys have been duly warned: if things don’t go well, this may be the first and last time that we invite friends along.
Wish me luck!