But sometime in the somewhat distant past, I decided that no, it would be a fun thing to take my children into public for an extended period of time and do things like eat around other people for multiple meals in a row. We've done this a few times, taking the children to water park hotels on each of our home leaves, and it usually was more stressful than relaxing. At least 3.5 drinks on average get spilled per meal time, 2.5 children decide that they would rather hop on and off their chairs than actually eat the food we paid money for, and 2 parents would want to murder at least half of the children. And that was just the meal times.
And like all good ideas that I have, Brandon thought it was a bad idea. Probably because he is the rational one in our relationship. But, like most good ideas I have, I didn't give up on it. I whined wheedled, begged, pleaded, and bothered him enough that he finally gave in. "But don't say I didn't warn you," he warned me, "when everything goes to pieces and you wonder what you were thinking. I told you so. In advance."
Four days later, everyone came back to Dushanbe full to the brim with good times, good memories, and good food. Because, as it turned out, we had a fantastic time. The hotel was beautiful, the food was delicious, the water park was exciting, the aquarium, was enormous, and the pools were stunning. Also, the beach had water, too. And sand.