It seems all the preparation, juggling of kids and their needs, compromises to create “happy” family memories exhaust nurturers. We only get time off if we’re deathly ill or we pack a bag and go somewhere without dependents.
Maybe vacation isn’t defined as time off to relax. It doesn’t have to be peaceful. Maybe vacation is time together. Maybe vacation is a mythical state we only imagine, thus disappointment. Reality is we create our own experience.
I try to have a little vacate each day by thinking in the morning hours, walking by myself for exercise, sitting on the front swing and reading, or meditating on a special place in my imagination with waterfalls and a hammock where all the people are quiet and don’t need anything.
Finding your own way to vacate each day even if it’s only five minutes is a way to thrive.