I think I need a vacation so I can recover from my vacation; anyone else ever feel that way? I don’t know which is more daunting-the idea of going to work today, where there will be three days worth of work waiting for me PLUS the other agent is on vacation-or being home where all of the detritus of five days of camping is still waiting to be unloaded. I did four loads of laundry when we got home last night, and the water in the machine looked like mud-we got a little bit dirty.
Still, for the most part it was was worth it. Even though we left early on Wednesday (relatively; when Steve’s family says “We are leaving at 9:00” it really means closer to noon-and we left at 11:00), for a variety of reasons we didn’t actually get up to the cabin until almost 6:00. There were a couple of stops to make, and then we got lost (which could really be a post itself), so basically the whole first day was wasted with traveling and unloading and getting everything set up. They had rented a cabin this year, and it was beautiful-but we still slept in tents, Steve and the kids and I. And when I say kids, I mean all the kids except for the babies. We set up our BIG tent for all of them, and we had the little one, and it gave us all a little bit of a break from one another to have our own space to go to. Because there was a LOT of tension this year amongst the adults, and even though I am only peripherally involved, it is hard not to get sucked in when you are all together like that.
And here is where I complain a little bit. Steve has a sister-in-law who is, how shall I put it diplomatically…a real bitch. I don’t like her at all; I never have, though she has been tolerable because I don’t see her all that often. This time, well, I like her even less after this trip. She is a stay-at-home mom, they have two kids, yet her husband (Steve’s brother) does ALL the work. I have heard the scuttlebutt about that from other family members, but this was the first time I have seen it in action, and I was disgusted. SA, her husband, did everything with the boys, from changing diapers to disciplining to getting their plates, and ALSO served HER. She sat there and ordered him around, and God forbid if he did something wrong. Their older son, who is not quite five, has some problems, and from what I have seen, they are both just making it worse-because they ignore him. They take the baby everywhere (he is about 18 months old, maybe a little older), they love on him and treat him like a king, and the older one is just left out. I tried to put myself in her shoes and be understanding, I tried to be generous, I tried to figure out what I saw in her that reminds me of myself that might cause negative feelings, but then I just decided I was wasting too much energy and that just maybe it is okay to simply not like her. So I cheerfully let go of the need to figure it out and went on ahead with disliking her intensely, and I sure felt a lot better.
Family drama aside, it was really great. Steve and I got to be the “fun” aunt and uncle, packing the back of the blazer full of kids and going swimming or boating, and we went on a lot of four wheeler rides. One morning Steve and Owen and I sat on the back of the four wheeler and watched a moose meander through the marsh, stopping every now and again to nibble at a particularly succulent willow. We watched him for a good half hour (and I got some great pictures I will post tomorrow), and even later everyone else went to see him and he was still there. We also saw the obligatory deer, and a bald eagle, and coming home from dropping Eli off to get on the bus to take him to the airport (he had to leave on Saturday to go visit his dad) I saw a wolf, trotting alongside the road carrying a limp, dead animal of some sort in his mouth. Despite the encroachment of us humans, it is still very much a wilderness area.
For Steve and I on a personal level, it was very much-well. Nice is too weak a word, really. As active as we were with the family, we still managed to spend time alone, and that was much needed. And I don’t talk about it much because it IS very personal, but I will say that we haven’t had that much sex in a really, really long time. I don’t know; we spent all this time with everyone else, but all the while there was this very elemental connection between us, and that was both unexpected and lovely. It isn’t as if things are bad at home at all in that arena, but life gets in the way and with all of the changes we have been experiencing, that part of the relationship hasn’t been a top priority at all. It felt really great to be able to reconnect with him on that level, and actually to be more intimate than ever. Blush blush….
So. We are home now, and there are more things to write, pictures to post, funny stories and happenings, but I also have a pile of work waiting for me, and the other person in the office is now on vacation for the next two weeks-which means double the work. I will say, though, that it is good to be home, and that I am glad we got to go.