2nd post, this time SOBER!

Damn, I forgot I even had this blog! Shithead!

So, we just got back from vacation and while I love my husband and child, vay-k ain't what it used to be. We used to travel to Europe every year, now Tahoe is our exciting destination. Primarily, I said yes to Tahoe, because Karl loves to ski. It isn't that I don't like skiing, I am just afraid of heights and frankly, someone has to provide childcare and that someone is me. Karl didn't ski every day, thank God, but it isn't like we were able to do any fine dining or hit the casinos. I realize, not everyone has the opportunity to take a vacation and I am grateful that we have the means to do so, but this is called "My Bitch Session" for a reason, so bitching is what I intend to do.

Firstly, the sheer amount of shit that a person with a child has to carry is unbelievable. I can't just throw a few things to wear in a bag and head out for a week of fun. It took fucking FOREVER to pack, which I did BY MYSELF!!! I had to consider every possible need the crumb cruncher might have. Clothes for the snow, clothes for sunny weather, books, food/snacks, toys, toiletries, blankets, bear-bear, bun-bun, car activities, dvds, art supplies Epi-pens, benadryl, cortisone creme, bactroban and, of course, diapers, swim diapers and wipes. Fucking-a the list is never ending!!

Then, I had to find pet care solutions and coordinate. Our neighbors watched the boys on Friday and Saturday and my in-laws arrived on Sunday after their return from the Philippines.

Then, there is the ass-chapping, mind-numbing 11 hour trip from San Diego to South Lake Tahoe listening to Liam's Thomas dvd over and over. Nuff said!

If the above isn't enough to convince you I deserve a vacation from my vacation, try this on for size. I cooked almost every damned night while on my "vacation" in a kitchen a fraction of the size of my home kitchen with only the most basic pots and pans.

When I did have time off from toddler duty, which meant Karl and Liam were napping, I got to see a movie and go to a wine store for a tasting. While wine tasting is fun, doing it alone is depressing especially when you are sitting in the general location of a group of 4 older couples chatting and laughing and subtly reminding you of what a loser lush you are all by yourself. I couldn't even do any good retail therapy at the outlets because the coolest shop there had closed since we were last in Tahoe.

Finally, I wish I could say it was worth it all for the incredible vacation sex, but that would be a big FAT lie. Karl and I barely had 2 hours alone during the entirety of the vacation and when we fell into bed at night with Liam on an aero toddler bed next to us and hours apart we were both too tired to even say the word sex. The closest I got to romance was watching Jane Eyre on Masterpiece Theater. Fucking pitiful!!