If we didn't try and fail, we'd never know how good we really have it.

We went on vacation this weekend to a Cape resort that promised a wave pool and a spa. Twice, we cancelled our trip due to illness. But it was happening  this weekend, hell or high water. Er, hell was what we got.

The kids were great on the ride, acceptably behaved at lunch and very happy and excited for an hour in the wave pool. We left when the water was clogged by the flotsam of crazed children.

After a bit,  we visited the gift shop and Bub started to feel sick.  Within an hour, he tossed his cookies and that was our night. No massage for Chris and Cubby and I hid in our room,  me fretting about the horrors that might be happening next door.

Morning saw a healthier Bub who definitely earned a toy from the gift shop we'd fled earlier.

Home again and none of us feel great but I am grateful. Chris and I always manage to pull together in these crisis.  And I don't envy my more jet-set friends.  We're not graceful travelers. Home seems extra cozy tonight.

We'll keep trying these little trips because if we didn't, I'd resent that we never went anywhere. And I'll keep in mind that the few good memories of a disasterous trip are often better than a same old same old weekend at home.

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