Why is traveling with family so much work? I’m currently in Miami, FL visiting my older brother and spending some over due time with my little brother and father and it hits me…this is a lot of work. Planning the day, getting people organized and executing the simplest thing becomes a chore. Breakfast takes an hour to organize, the beach takes two, and you get to a point when all you want to do is stay in the hotel because it’s too much work to do anything.
Yesterday we traveled down to Key Largo (45min south of Miami) to do a little snorkeling. That trip took an hour and a half to get on the road. Two and half hours to get there (because we took the wrong road) just to find out that the water was too murky to snorkel in (it rained two days prior). And an hour and a half to get back (because we almost took the right road), all for just one hour of snorkeling. Does this sound like work to you or am I just complaining?

It’s a funny paradox; when you’re working all you want to do is go on vacation. And when you’re on vacation, all you want to do is go home so you can relax. But when you’re home you want to go out and do something. Restlessness sucks ass!