Guess where I am? You won’t guess. I am sitting on the balcony of our hotel room in Maui. I am watching whales spout and jump in the ocean. Whales! Whales! Jumping out of the water! I find this so miraculous and tried to make the kids watch it with me, but they only stood here for thirty seconds and felt they had seen enough. I think Bennet was playing video games the whole time, too. He tried to tell me he wasn’t, but Bennet is a terrible liar.
We are staying at the Grand Wailea and are here because of a work conference for Mr. Darcy. Bennet couldn’t remember the name of the hotel and called it the Great Walloo, so now we call it that, too. I had never been to Hawaii before, although I’ve wanted to forever. I have always felt like Hawaii was My Place. Beaches, warm weather, fresh fruit, macadamia nuts, no socks! I have always dreamt of living somewhere where we wouldn’t need socks. I irrationally hate socks so much, and my hatred only grows stronger with every additional child.
Kitty asked, “Pwease can we wiv here?”. I think it is Her Place, too. They serve strawberries at every breakfast and dinner. Kitty would live entirely off strawberries if given the option. She has definitely tried to this week. Today at breakfast she asked me, “Mom, can I have your fat strawberry?”.
I don’t want to leave. I wonder if we can afford a two bedroom shack on Maui? Probably not. Somehow there was a huge mix-up and I was born into some dumb family in California instead of a dumb family in Hawaii. This needs to be rectified immediately.
This trip is filling my soul and preparing me for whatever is in store during the next few months/years of treatment. Condensed, close quarters with my children, maybe not as relaxing as a vacation without them, but giving me the chance to hold them close and kiss their cheeks. Care for them one last time, break up one more fight, have everyone get really sick of each other before I am too sick to meet their needs on my own for awhile. The timing for this trip couldn’t have been more fortuitous.