I now know that those slick travel brochures are filled with ‘before’ pictures, before any traveling actually takes place. They’d never display what travelers actually look like after the fact. For us, 2 weeks in Hawaii, with kids in tow, seemed like a good idea-during the planning stages.
Fast forward to our departure out of LAX, my ‘big boy’ throws a hissy fit that would make any 2 year-old proud and refuses to get on the plane. After many, many threatening words he does, and makes us pay for the next two weeks.
Every hotel bed was peed in, by someone. Skipping rocks quickly turned into a blood sport. A wallet was left behind in a rental car. The plane rides between islands quickly scrambled our family, as we all sought to sit far, far away from each other. Horseback riding became a, hold-on-for-dear life, mountain view excursion-the wranglers neglected to mention they were wild horses. We learned mini-fridges are stocked for rich people, those who can afford to replace an $8.00 candy bar. Note to self, hookers fill the streets of Honolulu after 10pm. My husband still brags about getting hit on. They were only after your money moron. A lava rock in the shape of an idol was brought home by one of the kids, guess who. Bad luck, according to Hawaiian lore. That’s probably why our ride back home from the airport never showed up.
Lesson learned, stay home