Yes, you read that right...the JOYS of being childless. There is nothing I enjoy about being infertile, but there is (at least?) one byproduct of infertility that is good...the child free vacation. All this past week as I was relaxing, renewing, and rejuvenating I was reminded how different our vacation would be if we were toting along a toddler.
We drove to our vacation destination this year. This is something I would not chose to do, but we did it for reasons my husband has forbidden me to tell the Internet. (e-hay ates-hay o-tay ly-fay). It was difficult for me to entertain myself for eleven hours in the car, but imagine driving eleven hours with a restless, "I gotta go pee", "are we there yet?" child in the backseat. I did manage to spot the license plates for 40 different states and 3 Canadian provinces.
The adult pool. Enough said. The children's pool at our hotel was crowded to the point of resembling tot stew. It was a bubbling cauldron of children high on soda, sugar, and a break from their overly structured lives filled with organized sports and music lessons. In contrast, the adult pool was quiet, serene, and the drinks were flowing.
We did not eat at restaurants with children's menus on paper place mats with mazes and word searches printed on the opposite side. Instead we ate at fancy restaurants that would not be tolerated by any self respecting french fries and chicken nuggets eating child (although some parents tried).
I started to feel almost satisfied with my life as I floated in the ocean without a care or worry while parents chased children on the beach with sunscreen in hand. I started to feel like maybe I was the lucky one, enjoying my child free vacation. Maybe I could enjoy a child free life too?
Then my husband caught a starfish while we were swimming and gave it to a little boy to examine. The boy was so excited to see it and touch it and feel it. The boy proudly rushed off to show it to his dad.
Child free vacations are great, but I'd rather have a child.