Wanderlust:  a strong desire to travel.

What about when you leave where you traveled and are sad to go home?  What is that called?

Almost like being homesick for somewhere that’s not your home.

Each time we leave a vacation in South Lake Tahoe to go home, I feel sad.

South Lake Tahoe’s community ranges from hippy, to addictively active, and I can find myself within all areas of that spectrum.

I think both my husband and I secretly regret not moving there when our kids were young enough to have not made the awesome community that we have in our home town.  Each year we go there for a family reunion camping trip, and he and I end up talking about how we could actually live there.  There is no other location we’ve ever said that about.

This trip though, the day before we packed up our campsite to head back home, while sitting on my paddle board floating on the lake, I got sad to the point of tears.  As I looked back towards the shore with the mountains in the background, I got that homesick feeling.


Why was this trip so much harder to come back from?  Just to list a few possibilities:

  • An escape from our reality that lately has more challenges than in past years.
  • Bike riding to have Rum Runners at the Beacon in Camp Richardson where the leader of the live band introduced himself before playing during our lunch and letting us know that they were about to “fill up our funk cup.”
  • Spending each day on the beach watching my kids play, as well as myself playing in the water for hours.
  • Mountain bike trails everywhere you look.
  • Hiking trails everywhere you look.
  • My son’s favorite disc golf course.
  • The endless possibilities of opportunities to fill our time.
  • Finding even the scene looking out the window from the coffee shop relaxing and not want to leave:


Not sure which one it was, or a combination of all.

I do know it’s the only place my husband and I have talked about wanting to live other than where we do.  I think I felt more sad because as the years go by, my age goes up.  That whole YOLO, well, when you have 3 kids, a husband, and what has become a small petting zoo of a farm in addition to work and friends and family, you don’t just get to pick up and go.

I get worried that the older we get, if we ever get a chance to live there, we may not be able to do all of the wonderful active things that we could at our age now.

Tahoe is a special place.  I’d love to be a part of it daily.  I know as I was sad driving home I should have had the outlook that I am lucky to get to go there at all.  But that little bit of individuality in me that is still left, which has a bit of selfishness in it, wants more.

As I turned up the beginning drum riff of ‘”Hot for Teacher” to the max volume on the drive home, a thought came to my head.   (I got to ride home in my car by myself due to having to drive extra hours to pick up our new puppy.  It was a slice of heaven.)  The thought was, ‘Well, if I have to wait 10 years until even entertaining the possibility of living in Tahoe, I better work on staying in shape in order to still be able to do the things I love about Tahoe in 10 years.’

And, that right there was enough to get me out of my funk.  It didn’t fill my funk cup up.  No, that requires Rum Runners and a cool Motown/60’s/70’s live band while sitting outside with the lake as the backdrop.  Or at the very least, Rum Runners.  But, my funk was lifted.

Then, on to home, where I was happy and grateful for all that I have.  Yet, the thought of Tahoe living still danced through my head often.  And, come to find out, obviously in my husbands head as well, as he told me about how expensive homes are in South Tahoe on  Oh, I’m sure in 10 years it will be more affordable right?  Ha!

Who knows what life will bring.  Wanderlust may bring me to a day where being homesick for South Lake Tahoe may actually mean being homesick for my actual home.

And here is a moment that was definitely not the reason I was sad to leave Tahoe:


My husband had stitches in his hand and could not empty the trailer.  My one and only time ever.  

There are not enough Clorox Wipes, nor hand sanitizer for the aftermath of this task.


4 Reasons I don’t like the kids’ Spring Break

Overall, Spring Break is awesome.  Of the three 2 week breaks my kids get in their school year, the Spring Break is probably the most needed.  In October, they get a 2 week break, and it’s great, I feel a sense of ‘Oh ya, this is what summer felt like.’  The 2 week break at Christmas time is always nice, festive, and busy.  Then, there’s the 2 week Spring Break.  It’s needed.

The kids can feel the summer just around the corner, they’ve been working hard, and this 2 week break is well deserved!

Awesome weather, day trips, overnight trips, sleep overs with friends, and movies were had over this Spring Break.

So what is there not to like about the kids’ Spring Break?  Let’s just say it all goes down the weekend before school resumes:

4.  The return of making school lunches. School lunches are my nemesis.  My son is in the 9th grade, and has never, ever, bought a school lunch.  I’ve tried to coax him into trying the school lunch ‘look, they have pizza!  You like pizza!’  No go.  Both girls tried the school lunch once.  Not that I necessarily want them eating the school lunch, I just always thought buying school lunch would be a nice break from having to make lunches at home.  Now, the job of getting a break from making lunches at home goes to pizza dinner the night before, resulting in pizza in the kids lunches the next day.  Oh, but don’t be fooled, that’s only for 2 out of the 3 kids because one of them doesn’t like pizza.  All three kids like different things.  I try to get my act together and make lunches the night before so I have a sense of accomplishment in the morning, but that certainly doesn’t always happen, and the morning turns into throwing things into a lunch box and convincing myself and them that it qualifies as lunch.

3.  The return of waking up early. The Spring Break held many wonderful memories.  One being multiple days of a quiet, resting house past the 8:30 AM mark.  This first morning back wake up is not going to be pretty.  I hope I have enough Pop Tarts to make the morning a success.

2.  Homework over Spring Break. My kids are not the ones from fairy tales that come home and get their home work done so that it’s out of the way, and they can enjoy their break, work free.  Nope.  The Friday before we return to school, after having two weeks to work on homework, what we have is me trying to wrangle wild horses to sit down and complete their homework.  Sayings such as ‘You should have gotten this done within the first two days of break.’, or ‘If you would have done a little bit every couple of days you wouldn’t have all of this to do right now.’ or ‘This will not be happening again, you waiting until the last minute.’ (even though it totally will) were what was coming out of my mouth.  Out of the kids mouth were ‘This is so unfair!’  or ‘I can’t do it!’, or ‘I want to wait until Sunday!’ (no way).

1.  Complaints about returning to school. The whining, complaining, and even crying about returning to school is overwhelming.  To set the record straight, my kids have excellent teachers and go to great schools.  It’s not the schools, and it’s not the teachers.  My kids just like being at home.  About Friday, when homework had to finally be tackled, is when the complaints about returning to school started.  And by Sunday night, they were in full force.  The crying from one child lasted for a long time, and in the end I heard voiced between sobs, ‘But I am going to miss you mom.  I’m going to be away from you for 6 hours.’  It caught me off guard, and that is a memory I will hold in my heart for a long time.  Truth is, I’ll miss them for those 6+ hours too. Here’s to the final push to summer time!

No Chores!!

Best part of getting away on a vacation, no chores.

At home, there is always, always something that should or could be done.

Not when you’re at Embassy Suites and it’s free happy hour and the kids get to scarf on animal crackers and trail mix, and we get to have wine.

There’s no laundry to be done when I’m sitting poolside watching my kids splash and have fun.

There’s no dishes to be done other than placing the room service tray outside the door.  (Man, what I would do for that kind of service at home!!)

There’s no making dinner, or the second part of making dinner, hearing the complaints from my children about what’s for dinner.  You want chicken nuggets and fries for 2 days in a row?  Cool, knock yourself out.  We’ll be back to complaining about what I’m making for dinner in a couple of days.

Down time.  Together.  The five of us.

Talking, laughing, a bit of arguing (there’s five of us, wouldn’t be normal without it), and a lot of relaxing.

An overall feeling of thankfulness, with multiple special moments.

Vacations rock.  Even short ones!