I love being on vacation. I love heading out to visit family for the holidays. I’m not fond of a nine-hour drive, but that isn’t the main reason I hate travel day. I hate travel day because of the very different ways my wife and I feel travel day should go.
Me – Pack your suitcase with enough clothes and toiletries for the trip. Make sure you have a book for the car and enough books to last for the entire trip. Make sure you have your phone and your phone charger. Throw the luggage in the car. If Christmas, pack the gifts as well. Start driving.
Her – Wait until the last minute to pack. Decide we need to vacuum before we go. Possibly schedule a work conference call that morning. Pack clothes and phone as above. Also pack enough food for the car to ensure we don’t suffer the same fate as the Donner Party. Walk through the house and possibly decide more cleaning needs to be done before we can leave. Triple check doors and stove. Now we can hit the road.
Me – Let’s drop the dog at boarding the day before, pack the car that night and hen get up and leave early so we can drive mostly in daylight.
Her – Let’s drop the dog off the day we leave, pack the day we leave, sleep in and leave midday and drive at night.
Me – In the summer it might be fun to drive another route and maybe stop to see some sights on the way.
Her – The goal is to get there as fast as possible. Let’s take the same, shortest route and only stop if absolutely necessary.
Her way always wins. I’m still struggling with not being cranky about it.
dad, librarian, UK fan, Ravens fan, future hermit