And we're back...

I came back a couple of days ago from a vacation that started out great, but ended in some circle of hell I wish never to visit again.  Every year my family and I head down to Delaware (the state with no sales tax!) for a week to camp at this state park along the shore.  It's usually pretty nice aside from getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.  (I always have this issue.  I believe I taste delicious!)   This year, though, the weather had other intentions.  Due to a hurricane heading up the coast, our vacation was cut short.

Well, that sucked.  So we had to break camp and head home.  Before leaving, we hit up the candy shop and the shell shop, so we got our little trinkets.  And then we hit the road.  If you have never had to actually evacuate from somewhere, let me just explain that it sucks.  Especially since there really is only one main route out of Delaware to PA.  Our trip down took just over 3 hours.  Our trip back took nearly 7 hours just to get back into PA.  And that was where the true hell began.

My wife decided since we were still on vacation, we should head north to visit her mother... who lives in the Poconos.  So we drove an additional 3 hours to go there.  After 10 hours in the car, I was irritated.  Going to some lame park with a beach on a man made pond did not make me feel any better.  Nor did having to make breakfast for everyone that morning where by the time I finally got to eat my eggs that I made after giving my other ones away because everyone else decided they wanted what I was having after they asked for something else... so I ate their cold eggs, scrambled, instead of my warm delicious dippy eggs.

Then I had to make dinner of all the left over food for about ten people only to be left with the kids to clean up while my wife went shopping with her friend.  The next morning my wife went to church and I waited for her to come back in hopes of maybe hitting a diner for some breakfast... but she and her friend were really late because they went to a diner for breakfast.

In all, I drank a whole lot of beer and was plain miserable... but at least everyone else had a good time...

I've had only one other vacation that sticks in my mind as worse than this one... and that was the one that I went on after my wife and I split up that my now ex convinced me to go on since it was already paid for.  the only real difference was that I knew before hand how that one was going to go...